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PREFACE. 


The  use  of  metrical  Psalms  and  Hymns  in  the 
English  tongue  is  as  ancient  as  the  English  Book 
of  Common  Prayer.  At  the  publication  of  the 
Ordinal,  in  1552,  one  ancient  Hymn,  the  Veni  Crea- 
tor Spiritus,  in  the  longer  of  the  two  forms  which 
are  now  found  in  those  offices,  was  incorporated 
into  the  ritual  itself.  To  the  version  of  the  Psalms 
by  Sternhold  and  Hopkins  were  also  appended  cer- 
tain paraphrases  and  other  devout  verses ;  embracing 
the  Lord's  Prayer ;  the  Ten  Commandments  ;  the 
Apostles'  and  Athanasian  Creeds  ;  the  Te  Deum; 
the  Hymns  from  Scripture  included  in  the  Morning 
and  Evening  Prayers ;  and,  with  a  few  other  lines, 
the  Humble  Suit,  the  Lament  and  the  Complaint 
of  a  Sinner,  three  several  forms  of  confession. 
These  were  probably  from  the  same  hands  with 
those  metrical  Psalms,  and  bear  date  from  the  reign 
of  Edward  the  Sixth. 

(iii) 


IV  PREFACE, 

Without  other  metrical  voice,  however,  the  public 
worship  of  the  Church  remained  through  a  century 
which  shines  with  names  of  poetic  and  Christian 
glory.  While  the  old  Latin  Hymns  were  sung  in 
the  communion  of  the  Church  of  Rome  ;  while 
those  of  the  followers  of  Huss  had  not  died  away ; 
while  millions  of  tongues  echoed  and  re-echoed  the 
songs  of  Luther  and  of  his  successors  in  Germany 
and  Sweden  ;  the  Church  of  England,  in  this  re- 
sembling rather  the  Calvinist  communions  of  Scot- 
land, France,  and  Switzerland,  held  itself  almost 
exclusively  within  the  limit  of  versified  portions  of 
the  sacred  Scriptures.  Content  with  the  inheritance 
of  its  majestic  liturgy,  it  loosened  its  hold  on  the 
sacred  psalmody  of  the  earlier  Christian  ages,  and 
made  no  effort  to  enrich  itself  v,'ith  new  offerings 
from  Spencer  or  Quarles,  from  Herbert  or  Donne, 
from  Bishop  Hall  or  Bishop  King.  The  early  Non- 
conformists, too,  attempted  no  more. 

At  the  revision  of  the  Prayer-book  in  1662,  an- 
other version  of  the  Veni  Creator  was  added,  and 
placed,  as  now,  first  in  order.  Small  as  was  the 
step,  it  seems  to  have  originated  with  a  rising  taste 
for  the  union  of  sacred  words  with  flowing  numbers 
in  the  offices  of  worship.  The  next  step  was  the 
permission,  in  1696,  soon  after  the  next  revision  or 


PREFACE.  V 

attempt  at  revision,  to  sing  the  smoother  Psalms 
of  Tate  and  Brady  ;  of  which  Bishop  Compton,  of 
London,  in  recommending  them  to  his  Diocese, 
speaks  as  "  a  work  done  with  so  much  judgment 
and  ingenuity,  that  he  is  persuaded  it  may  take  off 
that  unhappy  objection  which  has  hitherto  lain 
against  the  singing  Psalms  ;  and  dispose  that  part 
of  divine  service  to  much  more  devotion."  It  would 
seem  that  with  this  version,  or  about  the  same  time, 
must  have  come  in  some  more  pleasing  paraphrases 
of  the  other  versified  parts  of  Scripture  and  of  the 
Te  Deum,  which  were  appended  to  later  editions 
of  the  Prayer-book  ;  including  our  first  hymn  for 
Christmas,  the  first  and  third  for  Easter,  the  first 
for  Whitsunday,  and  the  first  for  the  Holy  Com- 
munion. 

In  the  meantime  the  scattered  effusions  of  Cra- 
shaw,  Quarles,  Herbert,  Milton,  Baxter,  Bishop 
Taylor,  and  at  length  of  Bishop  Ken,  had  continued 
the  impulse  to  the  utterance  of  devotion  in  sacred 
verse,  till  it  found,  in  the  peculiar  facility  and  the 
pious  fervour  of  Watts,  a  most  fitting  instrument. 
His  first  book  of  Hymns  was  published  in  1Y09, 
exhibiting  at  once  a  wonderful  ripeness  in  his  divine 
art.  Within  three  years  after,  the  few  but  exquisite 
Hymns  of  Addison  appeared.  Those  of  Doddridge 
1* 


Vi  PREFACE.  i 

and  of  Charles  Wesley  folloAved  in  the  next  genera-  '■ 
tion  ;  and  still  a  generation  later,  those  of  Cowper,  i 
Newton,  and  Toplady. 

From   amongst   all  these  a  very  few,  and  not  i 
always  the  same,  found  their  way,  we  scarcely  know   i 
how,  between  the  covers  of  the  Prayer-book.    Such  i 
were   the    Hymns  of  Addison,  the  Morning  and   i 
Evening  Hymns  of  Bishop  Ken,  the  Communion   ; 
Hymn  of  Doddridge,  and  the  Christmas  Hymn  of 
Wesley.     They  must  have  been  already  used  in  ', 
parish  churches ;   and  usage,  not  authority,  gave 
them  their  place  with  the  Psalms.     Although  in 
most  churches  and  on  most  occasions  no  Hymn  may  i 
have  been  sung,  it  became  established  that  this  part  ] 
of  the  public  services  was  governed,  not  by  the  i 
rule  which  prescribed  the  liturgy,  but  by  that  which  ' 
left  the  sermon  and  its  appendages  to  the  direction 
of  the  minister.    Many  and  various,  therefore,  have  ' 
been  the  collections  of  Hymns  which  have  now  been  ; 
published  for  parochial  use  in  England.  J 

When  the  American  Prayer-book  was  set  forth  ■ 
in  1*789,  a  selection  of  twenty-seven  Hymns  received  ' 
the  same  authoritative  sanction  with  the  metrical  i 
version  of  the  Psalms.  It  is  not  obvious  on  what  | 
grounds  exactly  these  twenty-seven  were  selected,  i 
Besides  five  of  those  paraphrases,  which  seem  to  i 


PREFACE.  Vll 

have  proceeded  from  Tate  or  Patrick,  and  five 
Hymns  of  uncertain  origin,  there  were  five  of  Ad- 
dison, six  of  Watts,  four  of  Doddridge,  and  two 
were  ascribed  to  the  Wesley  family. 

So  small  was  this  supply,  and  from  resources  so 
limited,  that  it  could  not  suffice  after  any  consider- 
able impulse  should  have  been  given  to  the  growth 
of  our  communion.  It  did  suffice,  however,  for 
almost  twenty  years  ;  and  then,  the  General  Con- 
vention of  1808,  on  an  application  from  the  Diocese 
of  Maryland,  determined  to  add  the  definite  number 
of  thirty  more.  That  number  was  accordingly 
made  up  ;  ten  from  Watts  ;  ten  from  Mrs.  Steele  ; 
three  from  Doddridge  ;  two  from  Charles  Wesley  ; 
with  the  strangely  overlooked  Morning  and  Evening 
Hymns  of  Bishop  Ken  ;  and  with  one  by  Beddome, 
and  two  of  uncertain  authorship. 

The  acknowledged  want  was  hardly  to  be  thus 
satisfied.  These  fifty-seven  Hymns  were  not  indis- 
putably superior  to  all  others ;  Logan,  Cowper, 
Newton,  Toplady,  the  Moravian  Hymns,  had  been 
all  passed  by  ;  the  mass  of  Wesleyan  sacred  poetry 
had  been  scarcely  consulted ;  the  Church  stood  at 
disadvantage  in  comparison  with  the  treasures  which 
were  unlocked  to  others ;  and  every  year,  writers 
who  shrunk  not  from  the  judgment  of  the  severest 


Vlll  PREFACE.  ^ 

taste,  such  as  Heber,  Montgomery,  Bowdler,  and 
Grant,  increased  the  neglected  wealth.  There  was 
a  wide-spread  desire  to  use  these  treasures ;  and  it 
went  on  and  grew,  till  the  General  Convention  of 
1823,  fifteen  years  after  the  last  addition,  were  in- 
duced to  refer  the  whole  subject  to  a  large  Com- 
mittee. That  Committee  made  its  report  to  the 
Convention  of  1826  ;  and  the  report  embodied  the 
existing  collection  of  two  hundred  and  twelve 
Hymns,  of  which  only  fifty-five  had  been  in  use 
before  ;  two  being  stricken  out,  undoubtedly  for 
doctrinal  reasons. 

Of  the  one  hundred  and  fifty-seven  Hymns  which 
were  thus  added  in  1826,  sixteen  were  the  compo- 
sition of  Watts ;  twelve  of  Mrs.  Steele  ;  eleven  of 
Doddridge;  eleven  of  Charles  Wesley;  ten  of 
Logan  ;  ten  of  Montgomery ;  nine  of  Newton  ; 
five  of  Cowper  ;  three  of  Toplady  ;  two  of  Pope  ; 
two  of  Samuel  Wesley ;  two  of  Ogilvie ;  two  of 
Robinson  ;  two  of  Stennett ;  two  of  Beddome  ; 
two  of  Mrs.  Barbauld  ;  two  of  Bishop  Heber ; 
two  of  Sir  Robert  Grant ;  twenty-two  of  writers, 
each  of  whom  contributed  but  one ;  and  eleven 
of  authors  whom  it  is  difficult  to  trace.  Nineteen 
Hymns,  also,  were  furnished  by  members  of  our  own 
church  ;   nine  of  them  by  Bishop  Onderdonk  of 


PREFACE.  IX 

Pennsylvania  ;  five  by  Dr.  Muhlenberg  ;  three  by 
Bishop  Doane  ;  one  by  Mr.  Eastburn,  and  one  by 
Mr.  Key. 

This  complete  collection  of  two  hundred  and 
twelve  Hymns  was  declared,  by  a  formal  vote  of 
the  Convention,  to  be  "no  part  of  the  Book  of 
Common  Prayer  ;"  but  was  "  set  forth  and  allowed 
to  be  sung  in  all  the  congregations  of  the  Church." 
In  the  limitation  suggested  by  this  express  permis- 
sion, the  Church  has  practically  acquiesced  ;  and 
perhaps  it  would  be  unprofitable  to  discuss  or  decide 
whether  the  liberty  which  existed  before  such  a  per- 
mission has  been  absolutely  relinquished.  Should 
the  want  of  a  more  copious  treasury  of  sacred  songs 
be  seriously  felt  in  our  public  worship  ;  should  there 
be  new  Asaphs,  of  whose  psalmody  we  could  not 
bear  to  be  deprived ;  or  should  increased  acquaint- 
ance with  the  Hymnals  of  the  early  Church,  or  of 
the  mediaeval  times,  or  of  other  languages  or  other 
communions  in  our  own  days,  disclose  gems  which 
it  would  be  almost  ungrateful  to  the  Giver  of  all 
good  gifts  to  disregard  ;  our  ecclesiastical  councils, 
representing  the  doctrine  of  the  Church,  and  guided 
by  wisdom  from  above,  will  know  how  to  fulfil  their 
holy  trust. 

But  no  deference  for  authority  need  restrain  from 


X  PREFACE. 

the  compilation  of  more  extensive  selections,  which 
may  provide  material  for  assistance  in  any  such  re- 
vision should  it  be  held  expedient ;  and  till  then 
may  be  welcomed  in  the  chamber,  the  family,  or  the 
circle  of  Christian  friends.  It  would  be  impossible, 
were  it  desirable,  to  forbid  access  to  the  many  col- 
lections which  have  proceeded  from  such  different 
sources.  Two  hundred  Hymns,  even  were  they 
without  exception  the  best  in  our  language,  would 
not  be  all  which  ought  to  be  read  and  sung ;  while 
several  of  the  most  respectable  collections  contain 
more  than  a  thousand.  Since  1826  several  eminent 
writers  of  sacred  poetry  have  arisen  ;  and  the  pro- 
ductions of  others  have  sunk  much  more  deeply 
than  before  into  Christian  hearts.  Many  of  the  old 
Greek  and  Latin  Hymns  have  been  clothed  in  the 
garb  of  English  verse,  more  or  less  flowing  and 
felicitous.  By  skilful  hands,  too,  the  storehouse 
of  the  German  wealth  in  this  department  of  eccle- 
siastical literature  has  been  opened.  From  each 
of  these  sources  familiar  lines  are  already  amongst 
the  endeared  household  words  of  our  communion. 
A  collection,  therefore,  like  that  which  is  here 
offered,  cannot  be  believed  to  be  quite  unsuitable 
or  unacceptable.  It  takes  the  form  of  a  supple- 
ment to  the  collection  authorized  by  the  Convention 


PREFACE.  XI 

of  1826  ;  is  arranged  under  the  same  order;  con- 
tains none  of  the  same  Hymns  ;  and,  with  that  col- 
lection, should  comprise  whatever  the  general 
wishes  of  pious  members  of  our  Church  might  con- 
cur in  desiring.  It  adds  fortj-two  more  of  the 
Psalms  and  Hymns  of  Watts  to  the  thirty-two 
which  are  already  used.  Forty-two  of  the  most 
glowing  in  the  volume  are  taken  from  Wesley,  in 
addition  to  the  small  number  of  the  previous  fifteen. 
The  eighteen  from  Doddridge,  which  are  now  sung, 
receive  here  an  accession  of  sixteen.  From  New- 
ton we  had  ten,  and  here  have  fourteen  more  ;  from 
Cowper  we  had  five,  and  here  have  twelve  besides  ; 
from  Logan  we  had  ten,  and  here  have  four  in  ad- 
dition ;  and  four  are  also  added  to  the  former  three 
from  Toplady  ;  and  four  to  the  twenty-two  from 
Mrs.  Steele.  These,  with  a  few  others  of  Stern- 
hold,  Milton,  Herbert,  Baxter,  Merrick,  Cotton, 
Beddome,  Cennick,  Hart,  Gibbons,  Gisborne, 
Davies,  Barbauld,  Hawkesworth,  Kennett,  of  each 
but  one  or  two,  are  fruits  gathered,  not  gleaned, 
from  fields  which  had  been  traversed  but  scarcely 
reaped  before.  The  religious  writings  of  Mont- 
gomery were  then  but  partially  published ;  in  their 
complete  form  they  have  yielded,  besides  the  ten 
Hymns  then  adopted,  not  less  than  thirty-two  ;  and 


Xll  PREFACE. 

in  the  same  manner  twelve,  besides  the  previous 
two,  have  been  taken  from  the  series,  then  too  little 
known,  of  Bishop  Heber.  Four  from  Milman,  and 
two  more  from  Grant  might  also  have  escaped 
attention  at  that  time,  though  already  public.  Eight 
extracted  from  the  sacred  poetry  of  Keble ;  nine 
from  that  of  Lyte  ;  five  from  that  of  our  own  Cros- 
well ;  three  from  Brydges,  a  glowing  writer  of  the 
Romish  communion  ;  six  from  Kelly ;  three  from 
Bonar  ;  three  from  Conder ;  three  from  Edmeston  ; 
two  from  Bishop  Doane  ;  two  from  Baptist  Noel ; 
one  from  Bowring ;  many  bearing  names  less  known ; 
and  almost  all  of  more  than  fifty  which  are  anony- 
mous, could  probably  never  have  come  under  notice 
if  they  even  existed  thirty  years  since.  Five  simple 
Moravian  Hymns  are  drawn  from  sources  which 
certainly  were  not  then  consulted.  Forty  transla- 
tions of  Latin  Hymns  are  almost  all  of  recent 
publication.  Sixteen  from  the  German  are  equally 
recent.  Thus  is  the  present  collection  made  up ; 
and  such  are  its  relations  to  that  which  forms  our 
established  Book  of  Hymns. 

The  principles  and  grounds  of  selection  could  be 
no  other  than  scriptural  truth,  devout  feeling,  eccle- 
siastical solemnity,  poetic  beauty,  popular  estima- 
tion, and  adaptation  to  musical  harmony.     It  is  a 


PREFACE.  XIU 

necessity,  of  course,  that  there  should  be  frequent 
curtailments.  In  the  delicate  task  of  change  for 
the  sake  of  emendation,  little  has  been  attempted 
beyond  a  compliance  with  tlie  rules  of  rhyme, 
rhythm,  and  grammatical,  rhetorical,  and  doctrinal 
correctness.  The  original  text  has  been  followed, 
wherever  a  deviation  was  not  more  than  justified. 
But  a  Hymn  for  the  use  of  the  Church  of  Christ  is 
not  a  literary  production,  in  which  the  reputation 
of  the  author  is  to  be  chiefly  regarded. 

The  work  of  preparing  a  volume  like  this  must 
needs  be  delightful,  but  also  not  a  little  laborious. 
Many  hours  of  solitary  study,  and  not  a  few  days 
of  protracted  conference,  have  been  given  to  results 
which  will  only  be  apparent,  if  at  all,  in  the  absence 
of  certain  faults  and  blemishes.  The  greatness  of 
the  end,  if  it  could  indeed  be  reached,  was  almost 
beyond  exaggeration  ;  to  furnish  harmonious  words 
to  the  devotion  of  hearts  united  in  the  communion 
of  the  saints.  For  this  it  was  necessary  that  per- 
sonal preferences  should  be  yielded ;  that  earthly 
divisions  should  be  forgotten ;  and  that  those  strains 
should  command  the  ear  and  heart,  which  in  every 
part  of  our  land,  in  every  congregation  of  our 
Church,  in  every  order  of  minds  to  which  the  faith 
once    delivered   to   the   saints  is  dear,  might   be 


XIV  PREFACE. 


1 


the   chosen   utterance   of  humble  and  intelligent 
piety. 

It  cannot  be  too  much  to  hope  and  believe,  that 
a  collection  so  large  as  this,  and  made  on  these 
principles,  must,  together  with  the  Prayer-book  col- 
lection, embrace  almost  all  the  choicest  metrical 
Hymns  in  our  language.  Some  may  have  been 
included,  which  the  judgment  of  other  compilers 
would  have  rejected ;  but  it  is  scarcely  possible 
that  many  should  be  absent  which  would  have  been 
secure  of  general  approval. 

The  persons  who  have  undertaken  the  labour 
involved  in  the  preparation  of  this  book,  and  who 
must  be  responsible  for  the  execution,  are  the  Right 
Rev.  Bishop  Burgess,  of  Maine ;  the  Rev.  Dr. 
Muhlenberg,  of  Kew  York ;  the  Rev.  Dr.  Howe, 
of  Pennsylvania  ;  the  Rev.  Dr.  Coxe,  of  Mary- 
land ;  and  Professor  Wharton,  of  Kenyon  College. 
They  have  been  materially  aided  by  the  counsel  and 
help  of  the  Right  Rev.  Bishops  Potter  and  Bow- 
man, of  Pennsylvania,  the  Rev.  Dr.  Andrews,  of  Yir- 
ginia,  and  the  Rev.  John  F.  Young,  of  New  York. 

The  book  is  now  commended  to  the  blessing  of 
God,  the  Father,  the  Son,  and  the  Holy  Ghost  ;  _ 
whose  praises  it  would  utter  in  every  line. 

May,  1860. 


THE 
HOLY    SCHIPTURES. 

HYMN  1.  L.  M. 

THE  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord; 
In  every  star  Thy  wisdom  shines ; 
Biit  when  our  eyes  behold  Thy  word, 
We  read  Tliy  Name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  Thy  power  confess ; 
But  the  blest  volume  Thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  Thy  justice  and  Thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  convey  Thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  ; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touch'd  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view 

In  souls  renew'd,  and  sins  forgiven; 
Lord,  cleanse  our  sins,  our  souls  renew, 
And  make  Thy  word  our  guide  to  heaven. 

(15) 


16  THE     HOLY    SCRIPTURES. 


HYMN  2.  L.  M, 

THE  staiTv  firmament  on  high, 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky, 
Yet  shine  not  to  Thy  praise,  0  Lord, 
So  brightly  as  Thy  written  word. 

2  The  hopes  that  holy  word  supplies, 
Its  truths  divine  and  precepts  wise, 
In  each  a  heavenly  beam  I  see. 
And  every  beam  conducts  to  Thee. 

3  Almighty  Lord  !  the  sun  shall  fail, 
The  moon  forget  her  nightly  tale, 
And  deepest  silence  hush  on  high 
The  radiant  chorus  of  the  sky  : 

4  But  fixed  for  everlasting  years. 
Unmoved  amid  the  wreck  of  spheres. 
Thy  word  shall  shine  in  cloudless  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  have  pass'd  away. 


HYMN  3.  C.  M. 

WHAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page  ! 
Majestic,  like  the  sun, 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age  ; 
]t  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

The  power  that  gave  it  still  supplies 
The  gracious  light  and  heat : 

Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise  ; 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 


THE     HOLY      SCRIPTURES.  IT 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  Him  I  love. 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 


HYMN  4.  II.  4. 

ISRAEL,  in  ancient  days, 
Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  Gospel  too  : 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass 
In  which  they  saw  the  Saviour  pass. 

2  The  paschal  sacrifice, 

And  blood-besprinkled  door. 
Seen  with  enlighten 'd  eyes, 

And  once  applied  with  power. 
Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood, 
To  make  the  sinner's  peace  with  God. 

3  The  scapegoat  on  his  head 

The  people's  trespass  bore, 
And,  to  the  desert  led, 

Was  to  be  seen  no  more ; 
In  him  our  Surety  seem'd  to  say, 
"Behold  !  I  bear  your  sins  away." 

2  *  B 


18  THE    HOLY    SCRIPTURES. 

4  Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood, 

The  living  bird  went  free ; 
The  type  well  understood, 

Expressed  the  sinner's  plea, 
Described  a  guilty  soul  enlarged. 
And  by  a  Saviour's  death  discharged. 

5  Jesus,  I  love  to  trace, 

Throughout  the  sacred  page, 
The  footsteps  of  Thy  grace, 

The  same  in  every  age  ! 
O  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be 
To  clearer  light  vouchsafed  to  me  ! 

HYMN  5.  C.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire  ; 
Let  us  Thine  influence  prove  ; 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire  ; 
Fountain  of  life  and  love. 

2  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  moved  by  Thee 

The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke  : 
Unlock  the  truth,  Thyself  the  key ; 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 

3  Expand  Thy  wings,  celestial  Dove, 

Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night ; 
On  our  disorder'd  spirits  move. 
And  let  there  now  be  light. 

4  God,  through  himself,  we  then  shall  know 

If  Thou  within  us  shine  ; 
And  sound,  with  all  Thy  saints  below. 
The  depths  of  love  divine. 


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HYMN  6.  C.  M. 

A  GLORY  in  the  Word  we  find, 
When  grace  restores  our  sight ; 
But  sin  has  darken'd  all  the  mind, 
And  veil'd  the  heavenly  light. 


2  When  God  the  Spirit  clears  our  view, 

How  bright  the  doctrines  shine  ! 
Their  holy  fruits  and  sweetness  show 
The  Author  is  divine. 

3  How  blest  are  we  with  open  face 

To  view  thy  glory,  Lord, 
And  all  thine  image  here  to  trace 
Reflected  in  thy  word  ! 

4  0,  teach  us,  as  we  look,  to  grow 

In  holiness  and  love, 
That  we  may  long  to  see  and  know 
Thy  glorious  face  above. 


CREATION. 
HYMN  7.  in.  1. 

HERALDS  of  creation  !  cry,— 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high ! 
Heaven  and  earth!  obey  the  call. 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  all. 


20  CREATION. 

2  For  He  spake,  and  fortli  from  night 
Sprang  the  universe  to  light : 

He  commanded,  —  Nature  heard, 
And  stood  fast  upon  His  word. 

3  Praise  Him,  all  ye  hosts  above, 
Spirits  perfected  in  love ; 

Sun  and  moon  !  your  voices  raise. 
Sing,  ye  stars  !  your  Maker's  praise. 

4  Earth  !  from  all  thy  depths  below, 
Ocean's  hallelujahs  flow, 
Lightning,  vapour,  wind,  and  storm. 
Hail  and  snow  !  His  will  perform. 

5  Tales  and  mountains  !  burst  in  song ; 
Kivers  !  roll  his  praise  along ; 

Clap  your  hands,  ye  trees  !  and  hail 
God,  who  comes  in  every  gale. 

6  Birds  !  on  wings  of  rapture  soar, 
Warble  at  His  Temple  door; 
Joyful  sounds  from  herds  and  flocks, 
Echo  back,   ye  caves  and  rocks  ! 

T  Kings  !  your  Sovereign  serve  with  awe  ; 
Judges  !   own  His  righteous  law ; 
Princes  !  worship  Him  with  fear ; 
Bow  the  knee,  all  people  !  here. 

8  Let  His  truth  by  babes  be  told. 
And  His  wonders  by  the  old  ; 
Youths  and  maidens  !  in  your  prime, 
Learn  the  lays  of  heaven  betime. 


CREATION.  21 

High  above  all  height  His  throne, 
Excellent  His  name  alone  ; 
Him  let  all  His  works  confess, 
Him  let  every  being  bless. 


HYMN  8.  III.  1. 

LET  ns  with  a  gladsome  mind 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  kind  ; 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 
Let  us  sound  His  name  abroad, 
For  of  gods  He  is  the  God, 
Who  by  wisdom  did  create 
Heaven's  expanse  and  all  its  state ; 


Solid  ea.rth  He  did  ordain 
How  to  rise  above  the  main  ; 
And,  by  His  commanding  might, 
FilPd  the  new-made  earth  with  light ; 
Caused  the  golden-tressed  sun 
All  the  day  his  course  to  run  ; 
And  the  moon  to  shine  by  night, 
'Mid  her  spangled  sisters  bright. 

All  His  creatures  God  doth  feed, 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need ; 
Let  us  therefore  warble  forth 
His  high  majesty  and  worth. 
He  His  mansion  hath  on  high. 
Past  the  reach  of  mortal  eye  ; 
And  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 


22  CREATION. 


HYMN  9.  C.  M. 

ONE  Name  above  all  glorious  names, 
With  its  ten  thousand  tongues 
The  everlasting  sea  proclaims, 
Echoing  angelic  songs. 

2  The  raging  fire,  the  roaring  wind. 

His  boundless  power  display  : 
But  in  the  gentler  breeze  we  find 
The  Spirit's  viewless  way. 

3  Two  worlds  are  ours  :  'tis  only  sin 

Forbids  us  to  descry 
The  mystic  heaven  and  earth  within, 
Plain  as  the  sea  and  sky. 

4  Thou,  who  hast  giv'n  me  eyes  to  see, 

And  love  this  sight  so  fair, 
Give  me  a  heart  to  find  out  Thee, 
And  read  Thee  everywhere. 


HYMN  10.  C.  M. 

I  SING  the  almighty  power  of  God, 
That  made  the  mountains  rise ; 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordain 'd 
The  sun  to  rule  the  day  : 
The  moon  shines  full  at  His  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 


CREATION.  23 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  fill'd  the  earth  with  food ; 
He  form'd  the  creatures  with  His  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord,  how  Thy  wonders  are  display'd, 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eyes, 
Though  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  skies  ! 

5  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below. 

But  makes  Thy  glories  known ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow. 
By  order  from  Thy  throne. 

6  Creatures,  as  numerous  as  they  be. 

Are  subject  to  Thy  care ; 
There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee. 
But  God  is  present  there. 

t  In  heaven  are  seen  His  beams  of  love, 
His  wrath  in  hell  beneath ; 
'Tis  on  His  earth  I  stand  or  move. 
And  'tis  His  air  I  breathe. 

8  His  hand  is  my  perpetual  guard, 
He  keeps  me  with  His  eye  : 
Why  should  I  then  forget  the  Lord, 
Who  is  for  ever  nigh  ? 


24  PROVIDENCE. 

PROVIDENCE. 

HYMN  11.  C.  M. 

ANGELS,  where'er  we  go,  attend 
Our  steps,  whate'er  betide  ; 
With  watchful  care  their  charge  defend, 
And  evil  turn  aside. 

2  Myriads  of  bright  cherubic  bands. 

Sent  by  the  King  of  kings, 
Kejoice  to  bear  us  in  their  hands, 
And  shade  us  with  their  wings. 

3  Jehovah's  cliarioteers  surround  ; 

The  ministerial  choir 
Encamp,  where'er  His  heirs  are  found. 
And  form  our  wall  of  fire. 

4  Ten  thousand  offices  unseen 

For  us  they  gladly  do. 
Deliver  in  the  furnace  keen, 
And  safe  escort  us  through. 

5  And  thronging  round,  with  steadfast  love, 

They  guard  the  dying  breast, 

The  lurking  fiend  far  off  remove. 

And  soothe  our  souls  to  rest. 

6  And  when  our  spirits  we  resign, 

On  outstretch'd  wings  they  bear, 
And  lodge  us  in  the  arms  Divine, 
And  leave  us  ever  there. 


PROVIDENCE.  25 


HYMN  12.  C.  M. 

IN  Tbee  I  live,  and  move,  and  am  ; 
Thou  numberest  all  my  days  : 
As  Thou  renew'st  my  being.  Lord, 
Let  me  renew  Thy  praise. 

2  From  Thee  I  am,  through  Thee  I  am, 

And  for  Thee  I  must  be; 

'Twere  better  for  me  not  to  live, 

Than  not  to  live  to  Thee. 

3  Naked  I  came  into  this  world, 

And  nothing  with  me  brought, 
And  nothing  have  I  here  deserved, 
Yet  have  I  wanted  nought. 

4  I  do  not  bless  my  labouring  hand. 

My  labouring  head,  or  chance  ; 
Thy  Providence,  most  gracious  God, 
Is  my  inheritance. 

5  The  daily  favours  of  Thy  love 

I  cannot  sing  at  large  ; 
Yet  humbly  may  I  make  this  boast, 
I  am  the  Almighty's  charge. 

6  Lord,  in  the  day  Thou  art  about 

The  paths  wherein  I  tread, 
And  in  the  night,  when  I  lie  down, 
Thou  art  about  my  bed. 

T  0  let  my  house  a  temple  be, 

That  I  and  mine  may  sing 

Hosannas  to  our  loving  God, 

Our  Father,  and  our  King. 

3 


26  REDEMPTION. 


HYMN  13.  II.  5. 

CHILDREN  of  God  lack  nothing, 
His  promise  bears  them  through ; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  His  people  too  : 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creatnre  but  is  fed  ; 
And  He  who  feeds  the  ravens. 
Will  give  His  children  bread. 

Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither 

Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear  ; 
Though  all  the  field  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there : 
Yet,  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice, 
For  while  in  Him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 


KEDEMPTION. 

HYMN  14.  II.  4. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow : 
The  gladly-solemn  sound  I 
Let  all  the  nations  know. 
To  earth's  remotest  bound. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ve  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


REDEMPTION.  2T 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell. 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

6  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace ; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 

Before  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


28  REDEMPTION. 

HYMN  15.  C.  M. 

PLXJNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
One  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  peace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and,  oh  !  amazing  love, 
He  flew  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above. 

With  joyful  haste  He  sped ; 

Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh. 

And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  Oh,  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break. 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak ! 

5  Angels  assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold; 
Yet,  though  ye  raise  your  highest  notes. 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

HYMN  16.  II.  4. 

JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
Or  angels  ever  bore ; 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  His  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  the  Saviour  forth. 


REDEMPTION.  29 

2  Great  Prophet  of  our  God, 

Our  tongues  shall  bless  Thy  iiarae  ; 
By  Thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came, 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  our  Great  High  Priest, 

Offer'd  his  blood  and  died  ; 
Our  guilty  conscience  seeks 

No  sacrifice  beside  : 
Thy  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  0  thou  Almighty  Lord, 

Our  Conqueror  and  our  King, 
Thy  sceptre  and  Thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  we  sing : 
Thine  is  the  power;  behold  we  sit 
In  willing  bonds  beneath  Thy  feet. 


HYMN  17.  S.  M. 

NO  blood  of  bird  or  beast, 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  rest, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name. 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3* 


30  REDEMPTION. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  Thme, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back,  to  see 

The  burden  Thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  accursed  tree, 
And  reads  her  pardon  there. 

5.  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  His  bleeding  love. 


HYMN  18.  C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  filPd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins ; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood. 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 


2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he. 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear,  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 


REDEMPTION.  31 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 


5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save  ; 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


0 


HYMN  19.  C.  M. 

FOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace. 


2  My  gracious   Master,  and  my  God 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
And  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honours  of  Thy  Name. 


3  Jesus  !  the  Name  that  charms  our  fears. 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 


4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 
He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 


32  REDEMPTION. 

5  He  speaks  —  and,  list'nins:  to  bis  voice^ 

'New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice ; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Hear  him,  ye  deaf ;  his  praise,  je  dumb, 

Your  loosen'd  tongues  employ ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come  ; 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 

HYMN  20.  P.  M. 

THE  voice  of  free  grace 
Cries,  escape  to  the  mountain, 
For  Adam's  lost  race 

Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain, 
For  sin  and  uncleanness 

And  every  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely 
In  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb 

Who  hath  bought  us  our  pardo», 
We'll  praise  Him  again 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded, 
To  Jesus  repair ; 
.He  calls  you  in  mercy, 

And  can  you  forbear  ? 
Though  your  sins  be  as  scarlet 

Still  flee  to  the  mountain. 
That  blood  can  remove  them 
Which  streams  from  this  fountain. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 


REDEMPTION.  33 

3  0  Jesus  !  ride  onward, 

Triumphantly  glorious ; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell, 

Thou  'rt  more  than  victorious  ; 
Thy  name  is  the  theme 

Of  the  great  congregation, 
While  angels  and  saints 

Raise  the  shout  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

4  With  joy  shall  we  stand 

When  escaped  to  that  shore ; 
With  our  harps  in  our  hand 

We  will  praise  Him  the  more ; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  fields 

On  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation 

For  ever  and  ever. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

HYMN  21.  III.  3. 

MIGHTY  God  !  while  angels  bless  Thee, 
May  a  mortal  lisp  thy  name  ? 
Lord  of  men,  as  well  as  angels  ! 

Thou  art  every  creature's  theme  : 
Lord  of  every  land  and  nation. 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  I 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation, 
Be  Thy  just  and  awful  praise. 

For  the  grandeur  of  Thy  nature. 
Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought; 

For  the  wonders  of  creation, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought : 


34  THE    CHURCH. 

For  Thy  providence  that  governs 
Through  Thine  empire's  wide  domain, 

Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow ; 
Blessed  be  Thy  gentle  reign. 

3  But  Thy  rich,  Thy  free  redemption, 

Bright,  through  darkness  all  along. 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression  ; 

Who  can  sing  that  wondrous  song  ? 
Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory  ! 

Shall  Thy  praise  unutter'd  lie  ? 
Break,  my  tongue  !  such  guilty  silence, 

Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die  ; 

4  From  the  highest  throne  of  glory 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe. 
All  to  ransom  guilty  captives  ! 

Flow  my  praise,  forever  flow  ! 
Come,  and  oh,  to  leave  it  never. 

Come,  Lord  Jesus,  take  Thy  throne ; 
Quickly  come,  and  reign  forever ; 

Be  the  kingdom  all  Thine  own  I 


THE     CHURCH. 
HYMN  22.  IIL  3. 

GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God : 
He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode ; 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 

With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  on  all  thy  foes. 


THE    CHURCH.  35 

2  See  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove ; 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Doth  the  spirit's  thirst  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  Giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 
Bless'd  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood  ! 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on. 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God. 

4  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I  through  grace  a  member  am, 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  thy  Name  : 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure. 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show ; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure, 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 


0 


HYMN  23.  II.  4. 

NE  sole  baptismal  sign. 

One  Lord,  below,  above, 
Zion,  one  faith  is  thine, 

The  only  watchword  —  Love; 
From  many  temples  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascending  to  the  skies. 


ob  THE    CHURCH. 

2  Head  of  the  church  beneath, 
The  catholic,  the  true, 
On  all  her  members  breathe, 
Her  broken  frame  renew  ! 
Then  shall  Thy  perfect  will  be  done. 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 


HYMN  24.  C.  M. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
That  have  obtain'd  the  prize, 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 
To  joys  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing, 

With  those  to  glory  gone : 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  heaven  and  earth  are  one. 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him, 

One  church  above,  beneath. 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream. 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  His  command  we  bow ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  cross'd  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home, 

This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come. 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 


THECHURCII.  37 

6  Oh,  theu,  may  we  behold  our  Guide  I 
And  when  the  word  is  given, 
Come,  Lord  of  Hosts,  the  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  all  in  heaven. 


HYMN  25.  P.  M. 

HEAD  of  the  hosts  in  glory  I 
We  joyfully  adore  Thee, 
Thy  church  below, 
Blending  with  those  on  high — 
Where  through  the  azure  sky 
Thy  saints  in  ecstasy 
Forever  glow  ! 

2  Angels  !  archangels !  glorious 
Guards  of  the  church  victorious  ! 

Worship  the  Lamb  ! 
Crown  Him  with  crowns  of  light. 
One  of  the  Three  by  right  — 
Love;  Majesty,  and  Might  — 

The  great  I  AM  ! 

3  Martyrs  I  whose  mystic  legions 
March  o'er  yon  heavenly  regions 

In  triumph  round : 
Wave  high  your  banners,  wave  I 
Your  God,  our  Saviour,  clave 
For  Death  itself  a  grave, — 

In  hell  profound  1 

4  Saints  1  in  fair  circles,  casting 
Rich  trophies  everlasting 

At  Jesus'  feet, 
4 


38  T  H  E     C  II  U  K  C  H  . 

Amidst  our  rude  alarms, 
We  stretch  forth  suppliant  arms, 
That  we,  too,  safe  from  harms, 
In  heaven  may  meet ! 

5  Then  raise  the  soncr  of  gladness, 
To  dissipate  our  sadness, 

And  dry  our  tears ; 
We  wend  our  weary  way 
Up  to  the  realms  of  day, 
And  watch  and  wait  and  pray. 

Through  hopes  and  fears ! 

6  Saviour,  in  glory  beaming, 
With  radiance  brightly  streaming, 

Enthron'd  in  power, 
Grant,  by  Thy  awful  name. 
That  we  through  flood  and  flame 
The  Gospel  may  proclaim, 

Till  life's  last  hour. 


HYMN  26.  III.  1. 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 
I  have  sought  the  world  around. 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Pea,ce  and  comfort  nowhere  found  : 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 
Turns  —  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren  !  where  your  altar  burns, 
0  receive  me  into  rest. 


T  n  E    C  H  U  R  C  H  .  39 

3  Lonely,  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 


4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore. 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine 
Earth  can  fill  ray  soul  no  more. 
Every  idol  I  resign. 


HYMN  27.  HI.  5. 

ZION  stands  with  hills  surrounded, 
Zion,  kept  by  povs'er  divine : 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 
Though  the  world  in  arms  combine: 

Happy  Zion, 
What  a  favour'd  lot  is  thine  ! 

Every  human  tie  may  perish  ; 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove  : 
Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove  ; 
But  no  changes 

E'er  can  change  Jehovah's  love. 

In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 
Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright, 

But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  His  sight : 

God  is  with  thee, 
God,  thine  everlasting  light. 


40  THE    CHURCH. 


HYMN  28.  L.  M. 

KINDRED  iu  Christ !  for  His  dear  sake 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  He  can  give 

2  May  He,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  His  good  Spirit  from  above ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 

When  Christians  meet  together  thus  ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  Him 

Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

4  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did,  and  said. 

And  suffer'd  for  us  here  below ; 
The  path  He  mark'd  for  us  to  tread. 
And  what  He's  doing  for  us  now. 

5  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away 

We'll  love  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more 


HYMN  29.  II.  3. 

FORTH  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  Thine  altar's  shade  we  fly ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Saviour,  we  seek  Thy  shelter  here  : 
Weary  and  weak,  Thy  grace  we  pray ; 
Turn  not,  0  Lord  !  Thy  guests  away. 


THE     CHURCH.  41 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain, 
Long  have  we  sought  for  rest  in  vain  ; 
Wilder'd  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest -tost ; 
Low  at  Thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord  I  Thj  guests  away. 


HYMN  30.  III.  1. 

/n  E-EAT  the  joy  when  Christians  meet ; 
VX  Christian  fellowship  how  sweet ! 
When,  their  theme  of  praise  the  same, 
They  exalt  Jehovah's  name. 

2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move. 
When  he  saw  our  race  undone, 
Lov'd  the  world  and  gave  His  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  unbounded  love. 
How  He  left  the  realms  above  ; 
Took  our  nature  and  our  place 
Liv'd  and  died  to  save  our  race. 

4  Sing  we  too  the  Spirit's  love ; 
With  our  stubborn  hearts  He  strove, 
Chas'd  the  mists  of  sin  away, 
Turn'd  our  night  to  glorious  day. 

5  Great  the  joy,  the  union  sweet, 
When  the  saints  in  glory  meet ; 
Where  the  theme  is  still  the  same. 
Still  Jehovah's  glorious  name. 

4* 


42  THE    CHURCH. 

HYMN  31.  III.  1. 

CHRIST,  through  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Perfecting  the  saints  below, 
Hear  us  who  Thy  nature  share, 
Who  thy  mystic  body  are  : 
Join  us,  in  one  Spirit  join ; 
Let  us  still  receive  of  Thine ; 
While  for  more  on  Thee  we  call, 
Thou  who  fiUest  all  in  all. 

2  Move  and  actuate  and  guide, 
Divers  gifts  to  each  divide  ; 
Placed  according  to  Thy  will, 
Let  us  all  our  work  fulfil; 
Never  from  our  office  move, 
Needful  to  each  other  prove ; 
Let  us  daily  growth  receive, 
More  and  more  in  Jesus  live. 

HYMN  32.  C.  M. 

COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 
Stranger  nor  foe  art  thou; 
We  welcome  thee  with  warm  accord, 
Our  Friend,  our  Brother  now. 

2  The  hand  of  fellowship,  the  heart 

Of  love,  we  offer  thee ; 
Leaving  the  world,  thou  dost  but  part 
From  lies  and  vanity. 

3  The  cup  of  blessing  which  we  bless, 

The  heavenly  bread  we  break, 
(Our  Saviour's  blood  and  righteousness). 
Freely  with  us  partake. 


THE    CHURCH.  43 

4  In  weal  or  woe,  in  joy  or  care, 
Thy  portion  shall  be  ours ; 
Christians  their  mutual  burthen  share. 
They  lend  their  mutual  powers. 

^  Come  with  us,  we  will  do  thee  good, 
As  God  to  us  hath  done, 
Stand  but  in  Him,  as  those  have  stood, 
Whose  faith  the  yictory  won. 


HYMN  33.  II.  3. 

CITY  of  Heaven,  Jerusalem, 
Blest  Vision  of  the  Peace  on  high, 
With  living  stones,  each  stone  a  gem, 

Uplifted  to  the  starry  sky. 
In  all  thy  bridal  splendour  crown'd. 
With  thousand  thousand  angels  round  I 

Oh,  wedded  to  a  lot  most  bright, 

E'en  with  the  Father's  glory  dower'd, 

In  all  the  Bridegroom's  beauty  dight, 
Queen,  in  all  loveliness  embower'd  ; 

To  Christ  the  king  in  marriage  given  : 

Resplendent  citadel  of  Heaven  ! 

With  purest  pearls  thy  portals  shine, 
And  day  and  night  unclos'd  remain. 

And  thither  led  by  grace  divine, 
Of  mortals  winds  an  holy  train, 

Who,  for  the  love  of  Christ,  have  borne 

The  racking  cross,  and  robe  of  scorn. 


44  THE    CHURCH. 

4  With  many  a  needful  stroke,  imprest 
By  dint  of  the  great  Builder's  hand, 
With  many  a  blow  these  stones  are  drest, 

And  for  that  pile  celestial  plaun'd, 
Till  fitly  framed  and  firmly  braced, 
And  on  its  rising  summit  placed. 

HYMN  34.  III.  1. 

PLEASANT  are  thy  courts  above, 
In  the  land  of  light  and  love ; 
Pleasant  are  thy  courts  below, 
In  this  land  of  sin  and  woe. 
0,  my  spirit  longs  and  faints 
For  the  converse  of  Thy  saints. 
For  the  brightness  of  Thy  face, 
King  of  glory,  God  of  grace  ! 

2  Happy  birds  that  sing  and  fly 
Round  Thy  altars,  0  Most  High  I 
Happier  souls  that  find  a  rest, 

In  their  Heavenly  Father's  breast ! 
Like  the  wandering  dove  that  found 
No  repose  on  earth  around, 
They  can  to  their  ark  repair. 
And  enjoy  it  ever  there. 

3  Happy  souls,  their  praises  flow. 
Ever  in  this  vale  of  woe  ; 
Waters  in  the  desert  rise. 
Manna  feeds  them  from  the  skies  ; 

On  they  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Till  they  reach  Thy  throne  at  length  ; 
At  Thy  feet  adoring  fall, 
Who  hast  led  them  safe  through  all. 


THE    CHURCH.  45 

Lord,  be  mine  this  prize  to  win  ; 
Guide  me  through  this  world  of  sin  ; 
Keep  me  by  Thy  saving  grace, 
Give  me  at  Thy  side  a  place  ; 
Sun  and  shield  alike  Thou  art, 
Guide  and  guard  my  erring  heart ; 
Grace  and  glory  flow  from  Thee, 
Shower,  0  shower  them,  Lord,  on  me. 


HYMN  35.  C.  M. 

For  All  Saints. 

THE  Son  of  God  is  gone  to  war, 
A  kingly  crown  to  gain  ; 
His  blood-red  banner  streams  afar  : 
Who  follows  in  His  train? 

2  Who  best  can  drink  His  cup  of  woe. 

And  triumph  over  pain  ; 
Who  boldest  bears  His  cross  below, 
He  follows  in  His  train. 

3  A  glorious  band,  the  chosen  few, 

On  whom  the  Spirit  came ; 
Twelve  warrior-saints,  the  truth  they  knew, 
And  braved  the  cross  and  flame. . 


4  They  climbed  the  dizzy  steep  of  heaven. 
Through  peril,  toil,   and  pain  ; 
0  God  !  to  us  may  grace  be  given 
To  follow  in  their  train. 


46  FESTIVALS    AND    FASTS. 

FESTIVALS   AND   FASTS. 

THE     LOR  D'S     DAY. 

HYMN  36.  C.  M. 

AGAIN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  0  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 

A  guilty  world  in  gloom  ! 
O  what  a  sun  which  broke  this  day 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  The  powers  of  darkness  leagued  in  vain 

To  bind  our  Lord  in  death  ; 
He  shook  their  kingdom,  when  He  fell 
By  His  expiring  breath. 

4  And  now  His  conquering  chariot  wheels 

Ascend  the  lofty  skies ; 
Broken  beneath  His  powerful  cross, 
Death's  iron  sceptre  lies. 

5  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung  ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart. 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

6  Ten  thousand  thousand  voices  join 

To  hail  this  happy  morn, 
"Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
On  nations  yet  unborn. 


FESTIVALS    AND    FASTS.  4t 


HYMN  37.  II.  4. 

P  OD  the  Creator  bless'd 

VJ  The  Sabbath  of  His  rest ; 

His  six  days'  work  had  brought 

The  universe  from  nought ; 
The  heavens  and  earth  before  Him  stood. 
He  saw  them  and  pronounced  them  good. 

2  God  the  Redeemer  bless'd 
The  Sabbath  of  His  rest, 
When  all  his  suffering  done, 
The  Cross's  victory  won, 

In  Joseph's  sepulchre  he  lay, 
Then  rising  made  a  holier  Hay. 

3  And  God  the  Spirit  bless'd 
That  Christian  Day  of  rest, 
Where  met  with  one  accord 
The  Servants  of  the  Lord  ; 

To  whom  the  Father's  promise  came. 
Like  rushing  wind  and  living  flame. 

4  The  Church  below  hath  bless'd 
And  owns  this  Day  of  rest, 
When  in  her  spousal  dress 
Of  blood-bought  righteousness, 

Her  happy  spirit  can  rejoice 

To  hear  her  heavenly  Bridegroom's  voice 

5  They  love  the  hallow'd  Day, 
Who  love  to  sing  and  pray ; 
The  Day  of  rest  they  love, 
Who  seek  their  rest  above  : 

They  love  the  Day  of  God  in  seven, 
Who  prize  an  antepast  of  heaven. 


48  FESTIVALS    ANT)     FASTS. 


HYMN  38.  in.  5. 

f^  OJ)  is  in  His  holy  temple, 
VX  All  the  earth  keep  silence  here ; 
Worship  Him  in  truth  and  spirit, 

Reverence  Him  with  godly  fear; 
Holy,  holy, 

Lord  of  Hosts,  our  Lord  appear. 

2  God  in  Christ  reveals  His  presence, 

Throned  upon  the  Mercy-seat : 

Saints,  rejoice  !  and  sinners,  tremble  ! 

Each  prepare  his  God  to  meet: 

Lowly,  lowly. 
Bow  adoring  at  His  feet. 

3  Hail  Him  here  with  songs  of  praises, 

Him  with  prayers  of  faith  surround ; 
Hearken  to  His  glorious  gospel, 
While  the  preacher's  lips  expound  ; 

Blessed,  blessed. 
They  who  know  the  joyful  sound. 

4  Though  the  heaven,  and  heaveif  of  heavens, 

0  Thou  Great  Unsearchable  ! 
Are  too  mean  to  comprehend  Thee, 
Thou  with  man  art  pleased  to  dwell ; 

Welcome,  welcome, 
God  with  us,  Immanuel. 

HYMN  39.  S.  M. 

STAND  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  His  choice : 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 


FESTIVALS    AND    FASTS.  49 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high, 
Who  would  not  fear  His  holy  name, 
And  laud  and  magnify  ? 

3  0  for  the  living  flame, 

From  His  own  altar  brought. 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 
And  v>' ing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 

4  God  is  our  strength  and  song. 

And  His  salvation  ours ; 
Then  be  His  love  in  Christ  proclaim'd 
With  all  our  ransom'd  powers. 

5  Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  His  glorious  name 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 


HYMN  40.  L.  M. 

JESUS,  wdiere'er  Thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  Thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  found 
And  every  place  is  hallow'd  ground. 


0, 


For  Thou,  within  no  walls  confiu'd, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind  ; 
Such  ever  bring  Tliee  where  they  come, 
And  going,  take  Thee  to  their  home. 

Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here  too  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 
5  D 


50  FESTIVALS    AND    FASTS. 

4  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer 
To  strengthen  faith  and  sweeten  care, 
To  teach  onr  faint  desires  to  rise, 
And  open  Heaven  before  our  eyes. 

6  Lord,  we  are  few,  but  Thou  art  near ; 
Nor  short  Tliine  arm,  nor  deaf  Thine  ear ; 
O  !  rend  the  heavens,  come  quickly  down, 
And  make  a  thousand  hearts  Thine  own. 


HYMN  41.  II.  4. 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair, 
The  dwellings  of  Thy  love, 

Thine  earthly  temples  are  I 
To  Thine  abode  my  heart  aspires 
With  warm  desires  to  see  my  God. 

2  The  sparrow  for  her  young 

With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest ; 
And  wandering  swallows  long 

To  find  their  wonted  rest ; 
My  spirit  faints,  with  equal  zeal, 
To  rise  and  dwell  among  Thy  saints. 

3  0  happy  souls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  I 
O  happy  men,  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  Thee  still ;   and  happy  they 
That  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 


FESTIVALS    AND    FASTS.  51 

4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 

Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears  : 

0  glorious  seat,  when  God  our  King 

Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet. 

» 

HY^fNT  42.  C.  M. 

BLEST   day   of   God  I    most   calm,    most 
bright, 
The  first,  the  best  of  days ; 
The  labourer's  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
The  day  of  prayer  and  praise. 

2  My  Saviour's  face  made  thee  to  shine  ; 

His  rising  thee  did  raise, 
And  made  thee  heavenly  and  divine 
Beyond  all  other  days. 

3  The  first-fruits  oft  a  blessing  prove 

To  all  the  sheaves  behind  ; 
And  they  the  day  of  Christ  who  love, 
A  happy  week  shall  find. 

4  This  day  I  must  with  God  appear; 

For,  Lord,  the  day  is  Tiiine  ; 
Help  me  to  spend  it  in  Thy  fear. 
And  thus  to  make  it  mine. 

HYMN  43.  L.  M. 

WITHIN  Thy  courts  have  millions  met, 
Millions  this  day  before  Thee  bowed  ; 
Their  faces,  heavenward.  Lord,  were  set, 
Their  solemn  vows  to  Thee  they  vowed. 


52  FESTIVALS    AND    FASTS. 

2  Still  as  the  light  of  morning  broke 

O'er  island,  continent,  and  deep, 
The  far-spread  family  awoke, 

Sabbath  all  round  the  world  to  keep. 

3  From  east  to  west  the  sun  surveyed. 

From  north  to  south,  adoring  throngs  ; 
And  still  where  evening  stretch'd  her  shade, 
The  stars  came  forth  to  hear  their  songs. 

4  And  not  a  prayer,  a  tear,  a  sigh, 

Hath  failed  this  day  some  suit  to  gain  ; 
To  hearts  in  trouble  Thou  wast  nigh, 
Nor  one  hath  sought  Thy  face  in  vain. 

5  The  poor  in  spirit  Thou  hast  fed, 

Thy  chasten'd  ones  have  kiss'd  the  rod, 
The  mourner  Thou  hast  comforted, 

The  pure  in  lieart  have  seen  their  God. 

HYMN  44.  L.  M. 

WITH  joy  we  hasten  to  the  place 
Where  we  our  Saviour  oft  have  met ; 
And  while  we  feast  upon  His  grace. 
Our  burdens  and  our  griefs  forget. 

2  Though  poverty  be  ours  at  home, 

Or  with  affliction  we  be  fed. 
It  makes  amends  if  we  can  come 

To  God's  own  house  for  heavenly  bread. 

3  We  thank  Thee,  for  Thy  day,  0  Lord, 

Here  we  Thy  promised  presence  seek, 
Open  Thine  hand,  with  blessings  stored, 
And  grant  us  manna  for  the  week. 


FESTIVALS    AND    FASTS.  53 


HYMN  45.  C.  M. 

LORD  !  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high ; 
To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  Thee  lift  up  mine  eye ; 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  His  saints, 
Presenting  at  His  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 


3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  Thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  Thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  Thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  Thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  Thy  holy  court,     - 
And  worship  in  Thy  fear. 

5  Oh  !  may  Thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet, 

In  ways  of  truth  and  grace, 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight. 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

HYMN  46.  L.  M. 

n  WEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 
O  To  praise  Thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing ; 
To  show  Tby  love  by  morning  light. 
And  talk  of  all  Thy  truth  at  night. 
5* 


54  FESTIVALS    AND    FASTS. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest : 
No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

And  bless  His  works,  and  bless  His  word  ; 
His  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine; 
How  deep  His  counsels,  how  divine  ! 

4  O,  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part. 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wish'd  below ; 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

HYMN  47.  III.  5. 

IN  Thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling. 
We,  Thy  people  now  draw  near  ; 
Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling  ; 
Speak,  and  let  Thy  servants  hear, 
Hear  with  meekness, 
Hear  Thy  word  with  godly  fear. 

2  While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthen'd, 
May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
Cheer'd  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthen'd. 
May  we  run,  nor  wearied  be, 
'Till  Thy  glory 
Without  clouds  in  Heaven  we  see. 


FESTIVALS    AND    FASTS.  55 

3  Then  in  worship,  purer,  sweeter, 
Thee,  Thy  people  shall  adore, 
Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Far  than  thought  conceiv'd  before  ; 
Full  enjoyment, 
Full,  unmix'd,  and  evermore. 


HYMN  48.  III.  3. 

MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favour, 
Kest  upon  us  from  above  ! 


2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord, 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


HYMN  49.  L.  M. 

DISMISS  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord, 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  Thy  word ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  Thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty.  Thou  art  good. 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 


56  ADVENT. 

ADVENT. 

HYMI^  50.  11.  3. 

0  WISDOM,  wlio  o'er  earth  below, 
Forth  from  the  mouth  of  God  didst  flow, 
Draw  nigh  and  help  us  when  we  call, 
And  strongly,  sweetly  order  all; 
The  path  of  prudence  teach,  that  we 
May  dwell  with  Thee  eternally. 

2  Euler  and  Lord,  draw  nieh,  draw  nigh  ! 
Who  to  Thy  flock  on  Sinai 

Didst  give,  of  ancient  times,  Thy  Law, 
In  cloud,  and  majesty,  and  awe ; 
Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  with  us  to  dwell. 
And  save,  0  God,  Thine  Israel. 

3  Thou  rod  of  Jesse's  stem,  arise. 
And  free  us  from  our  enemies ; 
And  set  us  loose  from  Satan's  chains, 
And  from  the  pit  with  all  its  j^ains  : 
Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  with  us  to  dwell. 
In  haste  to  save  Thine  Israel. 


Key  of  the  House  of  David,  come  ! 
Re-open  Thou  our  heavenly  home  ! 
Make  safe  the  way  that  we  must  go, 
And  close  the  paths  that  lead  below : 
Dravv'  nigh,  draw  nigh,  with  us  to  dwell, 
And  save  us.  Lord,  from  sin  and  hell. 


ADVENT.  5t 

5  0  Orient  Star,  arise,  draw  nigh. 
To  give  us  comfort  from  on  high; 
And  drive  away  the  gloom  of  night, 
And  pierce  the  clouds  and  bring  us  light : 
Draw  nigh,  0  Lord,  with  us  to  dwell, 

In  mercy  save  Thine  Israel. 

6  Holy  of  Holies,  hear  our  cry, 
Thou  Majesty  of  God  most  High  ; 
Destroy  our  sins,  Thy  people  bless, 
With  everlasting  righteousness  : 
Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  Emanuel, 
And  save  Thy  captive  Israel. 

7  0  Thou  on  whom  the  Gentiles  wait. 
Who  'midst  the  nations  shall  be  great ; 
Thy  Church's  chief  and  corner-stone, 
Who  in  Thyself  hast  made  all  one ; 

O  come  and  save,  for  Thy  dear  sake. 
Mankind  whom  Thou  of  dust  didst  make  ! 

8  Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  Emanuel, 
And  loose  Thy  captive  Israel, 
That  mourns  in  lonely  exile  here. 
Until  the  Son  of  God  appear. 
Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  Emanuel 
Comes  now  to  thee,  0  Israel. 

HYMN  51.  L.  M. 

ON  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry 
Announces  that  the  Lord  is  nigh : 
Come  near  and  hearken,  for  he  brings 
Glad  tidings  from  the  King  of  kings. 


58  ADVENT. 

2  Be  purified  each  Christian  breast, 
And  furnish'd  for  so  great  a  Guest : 
Yea,  let  us  all  our  hearts  prepare 
For  Christ  to  come  and  enter  there. 


3  For  Thou  art  our  Salvation,  Lord, 
Our  Refuge,  and  our  great  Reward ; 
Without  Thy  grace  our  souls  must  fade, 
And  wither  like  a  flower  decay'd. 

4  Stretch  forth  Thine  hand  a  balm  to  pour 
And  make  us  rise  to  fall  no  more ; 
Upon  Thy  pardon'd  people  shine, 

And  fill  the  world  with  grace  divine. 


HYMN  52.  III.  3. 

LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Jesus,  now  Thyself  revealing, 
Scatter  every  cloud  beneath. 


2  Still  we  wait  for  Thine  appearing, 

Life  and  joy  Thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  doubts,  and  cheering 
Every  meek  and  contrite  heart. 

3  Show  Thy  power  in  every  nation, 

Oh  thou  Prince  of  peace  and  love  ! 
Give  the  knowledge  of  Salvation, 
Fix  our  hearts  on  things  above. 


ADVENT.  59 


4  By  Thine  all-sufBcieiit  merit, 
Every  burden'd  soul  release : 
By  the  presence  of  thy  Spirit, 
Guide  us  into  perfect  peace. 


HYMN  53.  S.  M. 

YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Each  in  his  ofl&ce  wait, 
Observant  of  His  heav'nly  word, 
And  watchful  at  His  gate. 


2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trim  the  golden  flame ; 
Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  His  sight, 
For  awful  is  His  Name. 


3  Watch  !  'tis  your  Lord's  command, 
And  while  we  speak  He's  near ; 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  hand. 
And  ready  all  appear. 


4  0  happy  servant,  he 

In  prayer  and  watching  found, 
Who  shall  his  Lord  in  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honour  crown'd  I 


5  Christ  shall  the  banquet  spread, 
With  His  own  royal  hand, 
And  raise  that  faithful  servant's  head 
Among  His  angel  band. 


60  ADVENT. 


HYMIS"  54.  III.  1. 

WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are? 
Traveller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell  ? 
Traveller  !  yes ;  it  brings  the  day, 
Promis'd  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  I 
Traveller  !  blessedness  and  light. 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveller !  ages  are  its  own, 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth, 

3  Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight. 

Doubt  and  terror  are  vdthdrawn. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 


HYMN  55.  C.  M. 

NOW  gird  your  patient  loins  again, 
Your  wasting  torches  trim  1 
The  chief  of  all  the  sons  of  men. 
Who  will  not  welcome  him  ? 


ADVENT.  61 

2  Rejoice,  the  hour  is  near !     At  length 

The  Journeyer,  on  his  way, 
Comes  in  the  greatness  of  his  strength, 
To  keep  his  Festal  day. 

3  O  let  the  streams  of  solemn  thought 

Which  in  His  temples  rise, 
From  deeper  sources  spring  than  aught 
Born  of  the  changing  skies. 

4  Then,  though  the  summer's  pride  departs, 

And  winter's  withering  chill 
Rests  on  the  cheerless  woods,  our  hearts 
Shall  be  unchanging  still. 


HYM]N^  56.  C.  M. 

ONCE  more,  O  Lord,  Thy  sign  shall  be 
Upon  the  heavens  display'd, 
And  earth  and  its  inhabitants 

Be  terribly  afraid: 
For,  not  in  weakness  clad.  Thou  com'st, 

Our  woes,  our  sins  to  bear. 
But  girt  with  all  Thy  Father's  might, 
His  judgment  to  declare. 

The  terrors  of  that  awful  day, 

Oh  !  who  can  understand  ? 
Or  who  abide,  when  Thou  in  wrath 

Shalt  lift  Thy  holy  hand  ? 
The  earth  shall  quake,  the  sea  shall  roar, 

The  sun  in  heaven  grow  pale  ; 
But  Thou  hast  sworn,  and  wilt  not  change, 

Thy  faithful  shall  not  fail. 
6 


62  ADVENT. 

3  Then  grant  us,   Saviour,  so  to  pass 

Our  time  in  trembling  here. 
That  when  upon  the  clouds  of  heaven 

Thy  glory  shall  appear, 
Uplifting  high  our  joyful  heads, 

In  triumph  we  may  rise. 
And  enter,  with  Thine  angel  train, 

Thy  palace  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  57.  L.  M. 

THE  Lord  will  come,  the  earth  shall  quake, 
The  hills  their  fixed  seat  forsake ; 
And  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  will  come,  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  He  came ; 

A  silent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led. 

The  bruis'd,  the  suffering,  and  the  dead  I 

3  The  Lord  will  come,  a  dreadful  form. 
With  wreath  of  flame  and  robe  of  storm ; 
On  cherub  wings  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human  kind. 

4  Can  this  be  He,  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway. 

By  power  oppress'd  and  mock'd  l)y  pride, 
The  Nazarene  ?  the  Crucified  ? 

5  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 

"  Rocks  hide  us  !  mountains  on  us  fall  !" 
Thy  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  joyful  sing —  "  The  Lord  is  come  1" 


ADVENT.  63 


HYMN  58.  C.  M. 

MESSIAH!  at  Thy  glad  approach 
The  howling  winds  are  still ; 
Thy  praises  fill  the  lonely  waste, 
And  breathe  from  every  hill. 

2  The  incense  of  the  spring  ascends 
Upon  the  morning  gale ; 
Fresh  o'er  the  hill  the  roses  bloom, 
The  lilies  in  the  vale. 


3  Renew'd,  the  earth  a  robe  of  light, 

A  robe  of  beauty  wears  ; 
And  in  new  heavens  a  brighter  sun 
Leads  on  the  promised  years. 

4  Let  Israel  to  the  Prince  of  Peace 

A  loud  hosanna  sing  ; 
With  hallelujahs  and  with  hymns, 
O  Zion,  hail  thy  King. 


HYMN  59.  P.  M. 

THE  Church  has  waited  long, 
Her  absent  Lord  to  see, 
And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits, 

A  friendless  stranger  she. 
Age  after  age  has  gone, 
Sun  after  sun  has  set, 
And  still  in  weeds  of  widowhood, 
She  weeps  a  mourner  yet. 

Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come  I 


64  ADVENT. 

2  Saint  after  saint  on  earth 

Has  liv'd,  and  lov'd,  and  died; 
And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one, 

We  laid  them  side  by  side  ; 
We  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 

But  not  in  hope  forlorn ; 
We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there. 
Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come ! 


3  The  serpent's  brood  increase, 

The  powers  of  hell  grow  bold, 
The  conflict  thickens,  faith  is  low 

And  love  is  waxing  cold. 
How  long,  O  Lord  our  God, 

Holy,  and  true,  and  good, 
Wilt  Thou  not  judge  Thy  suff'ring  Church, 

Her  sighs,  and  tears,  and  blood  ? 
Come,  then.  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 

4  We  long  to  hear  Thy  voice, 

To  see  Thee  face  to  face. 
To  share  Thy  crown  and  glory  then, 

As  now  we  share  Thy  grace. 
Should  not  the  loving  bride 

Her  absent  bridegroom  mourn  ? 
Should  she  not  wear  the  signs  of  grief 

Until  her  Lord  return  ? 

Come,  then.  Lord  Jesus,  come ! 

6  The  whole  creation  groans, 

And  waits  to  hear  that  voice 

That  shall  her  beauteousness  restore, 

And  make  her  wastes  rejoice. 


ADVENT.  65 

Come,  Lord,  and  wipe  away 

The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain, 
And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours 

Thine  own  fair  world  again. 

Gome,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come ! 


HYMN  60.  L.  M. 

HOSANXA  to  the  living  Lord  ! 
Hosanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word  ! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  heaven,  Hosanna  sing. 

2  Hosanna,  Lord  !  Thine  angels  cry  ; 
Hosanna,  Lord  !  Thy  saints  reply  : 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around. 
The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound. 


3  0  Saviour !  with  Thy  loving  care. 
Return  to  this,  Thy  house  of  prayer  : 
Assembled  in  Thy  sacred  name, 
Here  we  Thy  parting  promise  claim. 

4  But,  chiefest  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal  !  bid  Thy  Spirit  rest; 
And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  Thee  ! 

5  So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day 
When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away, 
Thy  flock,  redeem'd  from  sinfal  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 


66  ADVENT. 


HYMN  61.  III.  5. 

LO  !  He  comes  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favour'd  sinners  siain  : 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train : 
Hallelujah  : 
Jesus  Christ  shall  ever  reign  ! 

2  See  the  universe  in  motion, 

Sinking  on  her  funeral  pyre, 
Earth  dissolving,  and  the  ocean 

Yanishing  away  in  fire ; 
Hark  !  the  trumpet 
Loud  proclaims  that  day  of  ire  I 

3  Graves  have  yawn'd  ;  in  countless  numbers, 

From  the  dust  the  dead  arise ; 
Millions,  out  of  silent  slumbers, 

Wake  in  overwhelm'd  surprise ; 
Where  creation, 
Wreck'd  and  torn  in  ruin  lies  1 

4  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Pure,  ineffable,  divine  : 
See  the  great  Archangel  bearing 

High  in  heaven  the  mystic  sign : 
Cross  of  glory  ! 
Christ,  be  in  that  moment  mine  I 

6  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him 
Robed  in  awful  majesty : 
Those  that  set  at  naught,  and  sold  Him, 
Pierced  and  nail'd  Him  to  the  tree, 
Deeply  wailing, 
Now  the  true  Messiah  see  I 


ADVENT.  6t 

6  Lo  !  the  last  long  separation  ! 
As  the  cleaving  crowds  divide ; 
And  one  dread  adjudication 
Sends  each  soul  to  either  side  ! 
Lord  of  mercy  ! 
How  shall  I  that  day  abide  ! 

T   0  by  Thine  eternal  merit, 

Then  avert  a  dreadful  doom  ! 
And  me  summon  to  inherit 
An  eternal  blissful  home  : 
Ah  !  come  quickly  ! 
Let  thy  second  Advent  come  I 

8  Yea,  Amen !  let  all  adore  Thee 
High  on  Thine  eternal  throne  ! 
Lo  !  they  cast  their  crowns  before  Thee 
And  the  kingdom  is  Thine  own  ! 
Men  and  angels 
Kneel  and  bow  to  Thee  alone  ! 


HYMN  62.  in.  L 

IN  the  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars, 
Signs  and  wonders  there  shall  be  ; 
Earth  shall  quake  with  inward  wars, 
Nations  with  perplexity. 

2  Soon  shall  ocean's  hoary  deep, 

Toss'd  with  stronger  tempests,  rise : 
Wilder  storms  the  mountains  sweep, 
Louder  thunders  rock  the  skies. 


68  ADVENT. 

3  Dread  alarms  shall  shake  the  proud, 
Pale  amazement,  restless  fear ; 
And  amid  the  thunder  cloud 
Shall  the  Judge  of  man  appear. 


4  But,  though  from  His  awful  face, 

Heaven  shall  fade,  and  earth  shall  fly ; 
Fear  not  ye,  His  chosen  race, 
Your  redemption  draweth  nigh. 


HYMN  63.  III.  1. 

SEE  the  ransomed  millions  stand, 
Palms  of  conquest  in  each  hand  ! 
This  before  tlie  throne  their  strain, — 
"Hell  is  vanquish'd  —  death  is  slain! 

2  "  Blessing,  honour,  glory,  might, 
Are  the  Conqueror's  native  right; 
Thrones  and  powers  before  Him  fall, 
Lamb  of  God,  and  Lord  of  all !" 

3  Hasten,  Lord  !  the  promised  hour  ; 
Come  in  glory  and  in  power ; 
Still  Thy  foes  are  unsubdued  ; 
Nature  sighs  to  be  renew'd. 


4  Time  has  nearly  reach'd  its  sum; 

All  things,  with  the  Bride,  say,  "  Come  !' 
Jesus  !   whom  all  worlds  adore, 
Come;  and  reign  for  evermore. 


ADVENT.  69 

HYMN  64.  II.  6. 

"pEJOICE,  rejoice,  believers! 
_Lt  And  let  your  lights  appear, 
The  evenino-  is  advancing, 

The  darker  night  is  near. 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising ; 

And  soon  will  lie  draw  nigh  : 
Up  !  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle, 

At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

See  that  your  lamps  are  burning. 

Replenish  them  with  oil ; 
Look  now  for  your  salvation, 

The  end  of  sin  and  toil. 
The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near, 
Go,  meet  Him  as  He  cometh. 

With  hallelujahs  clear. 

Oh  !  wise  and  holy  virgins, 

Now  raise  your  voices  higher. 
Till  in  your  jubilations, 

Ye  meet  the  angel-choir. 
The  marriage  feast  is  waiting, 

The  gates  wide  open  stand ; 
Up,  up,  ye  heirs  of  glory, 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 

Our  hope  and  expectation, 

O  Jesus,  now  appear  ; 
Arise,  Thou  Sun  so  looked  for. 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere  ! 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted. 

We  plead,  0  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  our  redemption. 

And  ever  be  with  Thee  ! 


70  CHRISTMAS. 

CHRISTMAS. 
HYMN  65.  III.  5. 

ANGELS,  from  the  realms  of  glory- 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Kow  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  ; 
Come  and  worship, 
"Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 
God  with  man  is  now  residing, 
Yonder  shines  the  infant-light ; 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 


Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 
Brighter  visions  beam  afar, 

Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations  ; 

Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star  ; 

Come  and  worship. 

Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

Saints,  before  the  altar  bending, 
Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear. 

Suddenly,  the  Lord  descending. 
In  his  temple  shall  appear ; 
Come  and  worship. 

Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 


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5  Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance, 

Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 

Mercy  calls  you,  break  your  chains; 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

HYMN  66.  P.  M. 

CHRISTIANS,    awake,    salute    the    happy 
morn 
Whereon  the  Saviour  of  mankind  was  born  : 
Kise  to  adore  the  mystery  of  love, 
With  hosts  of  angels  chanting  from  above  ; 
By  whom  the  gladsome  honours  first  were  done 
To  God  Incarnate  and  the  Virgin's  Son. 

2  The  praises  of  redeeming  love  they  sang, 
And  heaven's  whole  orb  with  alleluias  rang : 
God's  highest  glory  was  their  anthem  still. 
Peace  upon  earth,  and  unto  men  goodwill ; 
This  day  hath  God  fulfill'd  His  promis'd  word, 
This  day  is  born  a  Saviour,  Christ  the  Lord. 

3  0  let  us  keep  and  ponder  in  our  mind 
God's  wondrous  love  in  saving  lost  mankind  : 
Follow  the  Babe,  who  hath  retriev'd  our  loss. 
From  the  poor  manger  to  the  bitter  cross  ! 
Saved  by  His  grace,  unceasing  may  we  sing, 
Eternal  praise  to  God  our  heavenly  King. 

HYMN  67.  P.  M. 

COME,  hither  I  ye  faithful. 
Triumphantly  sing  ! 
Come,  see  in  the  manger 
The  angels'  dread  King  I 


12  CHRISTMAS. 

To  Bethlehem  hasten, 
With  joyful  accord  ! 

Oh,  come  ye,  come  hither 
To  worship  the  Lord  ! 

2  True  Son  of  the  Father, 
He  comes  from  the  skies 

To  be  born  of  a  Yirgin 
He  doth  not  despise. 

To  Bethlehem  hasten,  etc. 


3  Hark,  hark  to  the  angels  ! 

All  singing  in   Heaven, 
"To  God  in  the  highest 

All  glory  be  given  !  " 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  etc. 


To  Thee,  then,  0  Jesus, 

This  day  of  Thy  birth. 
Be  glory  and  honour 

Tlirough  heaven  and  earth  ; 
True  Godhead  Incarnate ! 

Omnipotent  Word ! 
Oh,  come  !  let  us  hasten 

To  worship  the  Lord  ! 


HYMX  68.  C.  M. 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 


CHRISTMAS.  1^ 

2  In  Heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shinhig  legions  ran 
And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  roll'd  ; 
The  tlienie,  the  song,  the  joy,  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  Heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky, 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran; 
And  angels  flew,  -with  ecstasy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song ; 
Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  angel  throng. 

6  Hail,  Prince  of  life  !  forever  hail, 

Rexleemer,  Brother,  Friend  ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail. 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

HYMN  69.  HI.  1. 

SWEETER  sounds  than  music  knows 
Charm  me  in  ImmanuePs  name ; 
All  her  hopes  my  spirit  owes 

To  His  birth,  and  cross,  and  shame. 

2  When  He  came,  the  angels  sung, 
"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high ; " 
Lord,  unloose  my  faltering  tongue, 
Who  should  louder  sing  than  I  ? 


7-i  CHRISTMAS. 

8  Did  the  Lord  a  man  become, 
That  he  mi.i^ht  the  law  fulfil ; 
Bleed  and  suffer  in  my  room  ? 

And  canst  thou,  ray  tongue,  be  still  ? 

4  No,  I  must  my  praises  bring, 

Though  they  worthless  are,  and  weak ; 
For  should  I  refuse  to  sing. 

Sure  the  very  stones  would  speak. 

5  O  my  Saviour,  Shield,  and  Sun, 

Shepherd,  Brother,  Master,  Friend, 
Ev'ry  precious  name  in  one; 
I  will  love  Thee  without  end. 

HYMN"  70.  III.  1. 

BRIGHT  and  joyful  is  the  morn. 
For  to  us  a  child  is  born  ; 
From  the  highest  realms  of  Heaven, 
Unto  us  a  Son  is  given. 

2  On  His  shoulder  He  shall  bear 
Power  and  majesty,  and  wear 
On  His  vesture  and  His  thigh, 
Names  most  awful,  names  most  high. 

3  Wonderful  in  counsel  He, 
Christ,  th'  incarnate  Deity ; 
Sire  of  ages  ne'er  to  cease  ; 
King  of  kings,  and  Prince  of  peace. 

4  Come  and  worship  at  His  feet; 
Yield  to  Him  the  homage  meet ; 
From  the  manger  to  the  throne. 
Homage  due  to  God  alone. 


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HYMN  71.  III.  3. 

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HARK  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Cherubs  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

Joyous  seraphim  reply, 
"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  I 

3  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  Heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 
Souls  redeem'd,  and  sins  forgiven ! 
Loud  our  grateful  harps  shall  sound 

4  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  His  praises  sing  ! 
O  receive  whom  God  appointed, 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King  ! 

5  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  Him ; 

Learn  His  name  to  magnify. 
Till  in  Heaven  ye  sing  before  Him 
"  Glory  be  to  God  most  High  ! " 

HYMX  72.  L.  M. 

MY  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all. 
My  praise  shall  climb  to  His  abode ; 
Thee,   Saviour,  by  that  name  I  call. 
The  great  Supreme,  the  mighty  God. 


T6  CHRISTMAS. 

2  "Without  beginning  or  decline, 

Object  of  faith,  and  not  of  sense  ; 
Eternal  ages  saw  Him  shine. 
He  shines  eternal  ages  hence. 

3  As  much,  when  in  the  manger  laid, 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  sky, 
As  when  the  six  days'  work  He  made 
Fiird  all  the  morning  stars  with  joy. 

4  Of  all  the  crowns  Jehovah  bears, 

Salvation  is  His  dearest  claim 
That  gracious  sound  well  pleas'd  He  hears, 
And  owns  Immanuel  for  His  name. 


HYMN  73.  C.  M. 

The  Presentation  of  Christ  in  the  Temple. 

LORD,  at  Thy  temple  we  appear, 
As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here ; 
O  make  our  joys  the  same ! 

2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd. 
When,  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms. 
He  clasp'd  the  holy  Child  ! 

3  "IN'ow  I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cried  ; 

"  Behold  thy  servant  dies ; 
I've  seen  Thy  great  salvation.  Lord, 
And  close  my  peaceful  eyes : 


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4  "This  is  the  lig'ht  prepar'd  to  shine 

Upon  the  Gentile  lands, 
Thine  Israel's  glory  and  their  hope, 
To  break  their  slavish  bands." 

5  Jesns !  the  vision  of  thy  face, 

Hath  overpowering  charms  ! 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Thou  be  in  my  arms. 


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HYMI^  74.  C.  M. 

BLESS  God  that  towards  eternity 
Another  step  is  won  ! 
Oh,  longing  turns  Thy  Church  to  Thee, 
For  time  flows  slowly  on. 

2  Oh,  that  we  soon  might  Thee  behold  ! 

We  count  the  moments  o'er ; 
Oh,  come,  ere  yet  the  heart  grow  cold, 
And  cannot  call  Thee  more  ! 

3  Come,  is  the  pleading  of  Thy  Bride, 

She  loudly  prays  Thee  come ! 
With  faithful  heart  she  long  has  cried, 
Come  quickly,  Master,  come  ! 

4  The  past  we  lived  in  love  divine 

No  power  can  take  away; 
And  that  the  future  shall  be  Thine, 
Thv  promise  is  our  stay. 
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HYMN  75.  C.  M. 

BENEATH  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 
Is  equal  warning;  given  ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven  ! 


2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze 

And  lurks  in  every  flower ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour  ! 

3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay ; 
And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage. 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ? 

5  Turn,  mortal,  turn  !  thy  danger  know  ; 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 

The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 

And  warns  thee  of  her  dead ! 


6  Turn,  mortal,  turn !  thy  poul  apply 
To  truths  divinely  given  : 
The  dead,  who  underneath  thee  lie. 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven  ! 


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HYMN  76.  C.  M. 


OGOD  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home : 


2  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood. 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  Thou  art  Grod, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone, 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

4  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream. 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  pass,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

5  Like  flowery  fields  the  nations  stand 

Pleased  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  nio-ht. 


6  0  God  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guide  while  life  shall  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 


30  THE    NEW    YEAR. 

THE   NEW   YEAR. 
HYMN  77.  L.  M. 

Festival  of  tho  Circnincision. 

0  HAPPY  day,  when  first  was  poiir'd 
The  blood  of  our  Redeemer  Lord  ! 
O  happy  day,  when  first  began 
His  suff'rings  borne  for  sinful  man  I 

2  Just  entered  on  this  world  of  woe, 
His  blood  already  learn'd  to  flow : 
His  future  death  was  thus  express'd, 
And  thus  His  early  love  confess'd. 

3  From  Heaven  descending  to  fulfil 
The  mandates  of  His  Father's  will, 
E'en  now  behold  the  Yictim  lie. 
The  Lamb  of  God,  prepared  to  die. 

4  Beneath  the  knife  behold  the  Child, 
The  Innocent,  the  TJndefiPd  : 

For  captives  He  the  ransom  pays, 
For  lawless  man  the  law  obeys/ 

5  Lord,  purify  our  hearts,  we  pray ; 
Our  fleshly  natures  purge  away ; 

Thy  Name,  Thy  likeness,  may  they  bear  I 
Yea,  stamp  Thy  holy  image  there. 


THENEWYEAR.  81 


HYMN  78.  III.  1. 

WHILE,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run. 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here : 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below : 
We  a  little  longer  wait. 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind, 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  ; 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise ; 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view  : 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old  ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  reign  with  thee  above. 

HYMN  79.  P.  M. 

COME,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear ; 

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82  EPIPHANT. 

His  adorable  will 
Let  us  glodly  fulfil 
And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labour  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream  ; 
Onr  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay : 

The  arrow  is  flown. 

The  moment  is  gone, 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 

3  Oh  !  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  His  coming,  may  say, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
I  have  finished  the  work  Thou  didst  give  me 
to  do  !" 

Oh  !  that  each  from  his  Lord 

May  receive  the  glad  word, 

"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ; 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne  !" 


EPIPHANY. 
HYMN  80.  P.M. 

BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 
morning  ! 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


EPIPHANY.  83 

2  Cold  on  His  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining ; 

Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall : 
Angels  adore  Him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine. 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Yainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Yainly  with  gifts  would  His  favor  secure  ; 
Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration. 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor, 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  ! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

HYMN  81.  CM. 

TTTE  come  not  with  a  costly  store, 
VV     0  Lord,  like  them  of  old, 
The  masters  of  the  starry  lore, 

From  Ophir's  shore  of  gold  ; 
No  weepings  of  the  incense  tree 

Are  with  the  gifts  we  bring  ; 
No  odorous  myrrh  of  Araby 

Blends  with  our  offering. 

2  But  faith  and  love  may  bring  their  best, 
A  spirit  keenly  tried 
By  fierce  affliction's  fiery  test, 
And  seven  times  purified ; 


84  EPIPHANY. 

The  fragrant  graces  of  the  mind, 
The  virtues  that  delight 

To  give  their  perfume  out,  will  find 
Acceptance  in  thy  sight. 


HYMN  82.  III.  5. 

ON"  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands. 
Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  shall  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  prov'd  ? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmov'd  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning ; 
Zion  still  is  well  belov'd. 

3  God,  thy  God,  v/ill  now  restore  thee  ; 

He  Himself  appears  thy  Friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end ; 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 

4  Enemies  no  more  shall  trouble ; 

All  thy  wrongs  shall  be  redress'd  ; 
For  thy  shame  thou  shalt  have  double, 
In  thy  Maker's  favor  blest  : 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlastino-  rest. 


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EPIPHANY.  85 

HYMN  83.  C.  M. 

OY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come ! 


Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  world,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 
While    fields,    and    floods,    rocks,   hills    and 
plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow. 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  His  love. 


HYMN  84.  IIL  1. 

HARK  !  the  song  of  jubilee  ; 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore ; 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign  ; 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 
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86  LENT. 

2  Hallelujah  !  hark  !  the  sound, 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies  : 
See  Jehovah's  banners  furl'd  ; 

Sheath'd  his  sword  :  He  speaks,  'tis  done, 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway  ; 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll. 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away  : 
Then  the  end  ;  beneath  His  rod, 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall ; 
Hallelujah  !   Christ  in  God, 

Grod  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 


LENT. 
HYMN  85.  C.  M. 

OSAYIOUR,  leave  us  not  alone 
To  wrestle  with  our  sin, 
But  aid  us  in  these  holy  hours 
Of  solemn  discipline. 

2  Let  not  the  Tempter  tempt  us.  Lord, 
Beyond  our  strength  to  bear. 
Though  in  the  desert  of  our  woe 
He  wildly  prompts  despair. 


LENT.  8Y 

3  Let  not  our  humble  confidence 

Be  from  Thy  promise  sth'r'd, 
Nor  clouds  of  dark  distrust  spring  up 
Between  us  and  Thy  word. 

4  Nor  let  us  yet  be  lifted  up 

By  him,  the  Prince  of  air, 
To  scale  presumption's  dizzy  height, 
And  left  to  perish  there  : 

5  Nor,  on  the  Temple's  pinnacle, 

In  our  self-righteous  pride, 
Be  set  forsaken  of  thine  aid, 
For  demons  to  deride. 

6  And  oh  !  when  pleasure,  power,  and  pomp 

Around  our  vision  swim, 
And  through  the  soft  enchanting  mist 
He  bids  us  worship  Him  ; 

T  Assist  us  from  the  reeling  sense 
The  serpent's  spell  to  break. 
And  tread  the  arch-apostate  down, 
Redeemer,  for  Thy  sake. 

HYMN  86.  HI.  1. 

HOLY  Jesus,  Saviour  blest. 
When  by  passion  strong  possest. 
Through  this  world  of  sin  we  stray, 
Thou  to  guide  us  art  the  Way. 

2  Holy  Jesus,  when  with  night. 
Error  blinds  our  clouded  sight. 
Lest  to  idol  gods  we  bow. 
Saviour,  then  the  Truth  art  Thou. 


88  LENT. 

3  Holy  Jesus,  when  our  pow'r 
Fails  us  in  temptation's  hour, 
All  unequal  to  the  strife, 
Thou  to  aid  us  art  the  Life. 

4  "Who  would  reach  the  heav'nly  home, 
Who  would  to  the  Father  come, 
Who  the  Father's  presence  see, 
Jesus,  he  must  come  by  Thee. 

5  Channel  of  the  Father's  grace, 
Image  of  the  Father's  face. 
Saviour  bless'd,  incarnate  Son, 
With  the  Father  Thou  art  One. 

HYMN  87.  L.  M. 

RETURN,  my  roving  heart  I  return, 
And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no  more ; 
Now  seek  in  solitude,  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  0  thou  great  God  !  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess ; 
In  these  sequester'd  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  Thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

3  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide. 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  cleans'd  and  purified. 

4  Oh  !  with  the  visits  of  Thy  love, 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer ; 
Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove 
That  God  has  fix'd  His  dwelling  here. 


LENT.  89 


HYMN  88.  C.  M. 

0  SINNER,  brings  not  tears  alone, 
Nor  but  the  form  of  prayer, 
But  let  it  in  thy  heart  be  known 
That  penitence  is  there. 

2  To  smite  the  breast,  the  clothes  to  rend, 

God  asks  not  that  of  thee ; 
Thy  secret  soul  He  bids  thee  bend 
In  true  humility. 

3  0  let  us,  then,  with  heartfelt  grief. 

Draw  near  before  our  God, 
And  pray  to  Him  to  grant  relief. 
And  stay  the  lifted  rod. 

4  0  righteous  Judge,  if  Thou  wilt  deign 

To  grant  us  what  we  need, 
We  pray  for  time  to  turn  again. 
And  grace  to  turn  indeed. 


HYMN  89.  III.  3. 

LORD,  whose  love  in  pow'r  excelling, 
Wash'd  the  leper's  stain  away ; 
Jesus,  from  Thy  heav'nly  dwelling. 
Hear  us,  help  us  wiien  w^e  pray. 

From  the  filth  of  vice  and  folly. 
From  infuriate  passion's  rage, 

Evil  thoughts  and  hopes  unholy, 
Heedless  youth  and  selfish  age  : 
8* 


90  LENT. 

3  From  the  lusts  whose  deep  pollutions 

Adam's  ancient  taint  disclose  ; 
From  the  tempter's  dark  intrusions, 
Kestless  doubt  and  blind  repose ; 

4  From  the  miser's  cursed  treasure, 

From  the  drunkard's  mirth  obscene ; 
From  the  world,  its  pomp  and  pleasure, 
Jesus,  Master,  make  us  clean. 

HYMI^  90.  L.  M. 

AH  !  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart, 
That  can  from  Jesus  thus  depart ; 
Thus,  fond  of  trifles  vainly  rove, 
Forgetful  of  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  In  vain  I  charge  my  thoughts  to  stay, 
And  chide  each  vanity  away ; 

In  vain,  alas  !  resolve  to  bind 

This  rebel  heart,  this  wand'ring  mind. 

3  Through  all  resolves,  how  soon  it  flies. 
And  mocks  the  weak,  the  slender  ties ; 
There's  nought  beneath  a  power  divine, 
That  can  this  roving  heart  confine. 

4  Jesus,  to  Thee  I  would  return, 
And  at  Thy  feet  repenting  mourn  ; 
There  let  me  view  Thy  pard'ning  love, 
And  never  from  Thy  sight  remove. 

5  0,  let  Thy  love,  with  sweet  control. 
Bind  all  the  passions  of  my  soul : 
Bid  every  vanity  depart, 

And  dwell  forever  in  my  heart. 


LENT.  91 


HYMN  91.  III.  1. 

LORD,  we  listen  to  Thy  call, 
Low  before  Thy  throne  to  fall, 
And  with  humble  prayer,  and  fast. 
Mourn  the  evil  of  the  past. 

2  Thou,  whose  power  can  melt  the  stone, 
Bid  the  harden'd  bosom  groan, 

Ere  the  near  approaching  day, 
When  too  late  for  grace  to  pray. 

3  Lord,  assist  the  souls  that  fain 
Now  would  break  sin's  fatal  chain  ; 
Oft  have  we  renew'd  our  fall. 
But  Thou,  Lord,  hast  died  for  all. 


4  Though  through  suffering  be  the  road, 
Bring  us  to  Thy  blest  abode. 
Where,  in  heaven's  eternal  day, 
Thou  shalt  wipe  all  tears  away. 

5  Lord,  Thy  blessing  we  implore  ; 
Save  us  now  and  evermore  ; 
Hear,  O  Father !  hear,  0  Son  1 
Hear,  0  Spirit!  Three  in  One. 

HYMN  92.  C.  M. 

LORD,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne, 
And  our  confessions  pour. 
Teach  us  to  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  shun  what  we  deplore. 


92  LENT. 

2  Our  contrite  spirits  pitying  see, 

True  penitence  impart, 
And  let  a  healing  ray  from  Thee 
Shed  hope  on  ev'ry  heart. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

May  we  our  wills  resign ; 
And  not  a  wish  our  bosoms  share, 
Which  is  not  wholly  Thine. 

4  In  meek  submission  to  Thy  will 

Let  ev'ry  prayer  arise ; 
And  teach  us,  Lord,  'tis  goodness  still 
That  grants  it,  or  denies. 


HYMN  93.  P.  M. 

JESUS,  let  Thy  pitying  eye 
Win  back  a  wandering  sheep ; 
Prone,  like  Peter,  to  deny, 
I  would  like  Peter  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored ; 

On  me  be  all  long-suffering  shown  ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

Saviour,  Prince,  enthron'd  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  Thy  dying  love. 

The  humble,  contrite  heart; 
Give  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 

A  portion  of  Thy  grief  unknown; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me.  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


LENT.  93 


For  Thine  own  compassion's  sake 

The  gracious  wonder  show ; 
Cast  my  sins  behind  Thy  back, 

And  wash  me  white  as  snow: 
Let  Thy  pity  help  afford, 

And  while  I  do  myself  bemoan, 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


HYMN  94.  C.  M. 

OHELP  us,  Lord,  each  hour  of  need 
Thy  heavenly  succour  give ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 


2  0  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed 
With  contrite  anguish  sore ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  indeed, 
O  help  us,  Lord,  the  more. 


3  0  help  us,  through  the  pray'r  of  faith, 
More  firmly  to  believe. 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 


4  0  help  us.   Saviour,  from  on  high. 
We  know  no  help  but  Thee  ; 
0  help  us  so  to  live  and  die, 
As  Thine  in  heaven  to  be. 


:  LENT. 

HYMT^  95.  III.  5. 

JESUS,  Lord,  we  kneel  before  Thee, 
Bend  from  Heaven  Thy  gracious  ear. 
While  our  waiting  souls  adore  Thee, 
Friend  of  helpless  sinners  hear  ! 
By  thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 

2  Taught  by  thine  unerring  spirit, 

Boldly  we  draw  nigh  to  God, 
Only  in  thy  spotless  merit. 

Only  through  Thy  precious  Blood  : 
By  thy  mercy. 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 

3  From  the  depths  of  nature's  blindness, 

From  the  hardening  power  of  sin. 
From  all  malice  and  unkindness, 

From  the  pride  that  lurks  within. 
By  thy  mercy. 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 

4  "When  temptation  sorely  presses, 

In  the  day  of  Satan's  power, 
In  our  times  of  deep  distresses, 

In  each  dark  and  trying  hour, 
By  thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 

5  In  the  weary  night  of  sickness. 

In  the  throes  of  grief  and  pain, 
When  we  feel  our  mortal  weakness. 

When  the  creature's  help  is  vain, 
By  thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  e:ood  Lord  ! 


PASSION    WEEK    AND    GOOD-FRIDAY.       95 

6  In  the  solemn  hour  of  dying, 
In  the  awful  judgment  day, 
May  our  souls  on  Thee  relying 
Find  Thee  still  our  Hope  and  Stay  ! 
By  thy  mercy. 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord  I 

*7  Jesus,  may  Thy  promised  blessing 
Comfort  to  our  souls  afford ; 
May  we  now  Thy  love  possessing 
Find  at  last  the  great  reward  ; 
By  Thy  mercy 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord  ! 


PASSION   WEEK   AND    aOOD- 
FRIOAY. 

HYMN  96.  L.  M. 

EIDE  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
The  tribes  of  earth  Hosanna  cry  I 
Thine  humble  beast  pursues  his  road, 
With  palms  and  scatter'd  garments  strow'd  ! 

2  Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die ! 

0  Christ !   Thy  triumphs  now  begin 
O'er  captive  Death  and  conquer'd  Sin  ! 

3  Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty ! 
The  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh  ! 
The  angels  look  with  wondering  eyes 
To  see  th'  approaching  sacrifice. 


96       PASSION    WEEK    AND    GOOD-FRIDAY. 

4  Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die  ! 
Bow  Thy  meek  Head  to  mortal  pain  ! 
Then  take,  O  God,  Thy  power,  and  reign. 


HYMN  97.  S.  M. 

WHY  doth  my  Saviour  weep 
At  sight  of  Sion's  bowers  ? 
Shows  it  not  fair  from  yonder  steep, 

Her  gorgeous  crown  of  towers  ? 
Mark  well  His  holy  pains : 

'Tis  not  in  pride  or  scorn 
That  Israel's  King  with  sorrow  stains 
His  own  triumphal  morn. 

"If  thou  hadst  known,  e'en  thou. 

At  least  in  this  thy  day 
The  message  of  thy  peace  !  — but  now 

Forever  pass'd  away  ! 
Now  foes  shall  trench  thee  round, 

And  lay  thee  low  with  earth, 
And  dash  thy  children  to  the  ground, 

Thy  glory  and  thy  mirth." 

And  doth  the  Saviour  weep 

Over  His  people's  sin. 
Because  we  will  not  let  Him  keep 

The  souls  He  died  to  win  ? 
Ye  hearts,  that  love  the  Lord, 

If,  at  this  sight  ye  burn, 
See  that  in  thought,  in  deed,  in  word, 

Ye  hate  what  made  Him  mourn. 


PASSION    WEEK    AND    GOOD-FRIDAY.       97 


HYMX  88.  III.  3. 

pREAT   High  -  priest,    we   view   Thee 
VT  stooping, 

With  our  names  upon  Th}^  breast ; 
In  the  garden  groaning,  drooping. 

To  the  ground  in  horrors  prest. 

2  Angels  see  with  sad  amazement. 

Their  Creator  suffer  thus  ; 
Oh,  be  ours  deep  heart-abasement ; 
Lord,  we  know  'twas  done  for  us. 

3  Xow  into  that  garden  lead  us, 

There  to  see  Thy  bloody  sweat, 
Tho'  Thou  from  the  curse  hast  freed  us, 
We  the  cost  may  ne'er  forget. 

4  Be  Thine  agonies  rehearsed 

By  the  Spirit  in  our  ears, 
Till  beholding  whom  we  pierced, 
Melt  our  hearts  in  grateful  tears. 

5  On  the  cross  Thy  body  broken 

Cancell'd  every  legal  charge  ; 
Pleading  this  availing  token, 
Guilty  souls  are  set  at  large. 

C  Lord,  we  fain  would  trust  Thee  solely, 
'Twas  for  us  Thy  blood  was  spilt; 
Suffering  Saviour,  take  us  wholly. 
Take  and  make  us  what  Thou  wilt. 
9  G 


98  PASSION   WEEK   AND   GOOD-FRIDAY. 


HYMN  99.  P.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  Lamb  ! 
0  Thou  for  sinners  slain, 
Let  it  not  be  in  vain 

That  Thon  hast  died; 
Thee  for  my  Saviour  let  me  take, 
Thee,  Thee  alone  my  refuge  make. 
Thy  pierced  side. 

2  Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Archangels — fold  your  wings; 
Seraphs  —  hush  all  the  strings 

Of  million  lyres  : 
The  Yictim,  veil'd  on  earth,  in  love 
Unveil'd  —  enthroned  —  adored  above, 

All  heaven  admires  ! 

3  Behold  the  Lamb! 
All  hail,  Eternal  Word ! 
Thou  universal  Lord, 

Purge  out  our  leaven  : 
Clothe  us  with  godliness  and  good, 
Feed  us  with  Thy  celestial  food, 

Manna  from  heaven  I 

4  Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Saints,  who,  in  blissful  rest 
Wait  to  be  fully  blest ; 

Oh  !  Lord  —  how  long  ! 
Thou  church  on  earth,  o'erwhelmed  with  fears. 
Still  in  this  vale  of  woe  and  tears, 

Swell  the  full  song. 


PASSION   WEEK   AND   GOOD-FRIDAY.  99 

5  Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Worthy  is  He  alone, 
To  sit  upon  the  throne 

Of  God  above ! 
One  with  the  Ancient  of  all  days, 
One  with  the  Paraclete  in  praise, 

All  Light — all  Love  ! 

HYMN  100.  II.  1. 

0LAM13  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
I  plead  with  Thee  ;  my  suit  to  gain, 
I  plead  what  Thou  hast  done  : 
Didst  Thou  not  die  the  death  for  me  ? 
Jesus,  remember  Calvary, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  Receive  the  purchase  of  Thy  blood, 
My  Friend  and  Advocate  with  God, 

My  Ransom  and  my  Peace  : 
My  Surety  !  Thou  my  debt  hast  paid, 
For  all  my  sins  atonement  made, 

The  Lord  my  Righteousness. 

3  0  let  Thy  Spirit  shed  abroad 
The  love  of  my  redeeming  God, 

In  this  cold  heart  of  mine  : 
O  might  He  now  descend,  and  rest 
Forever  in  this  troubled  breast. 

And  keep  me  ever  Thine. 

HYMN  101.  P.  M. 

FLOW,  my  contrite  tears,  flow  faster, 
Thus  my  guilt  and  sin  bemoan ; 
Mourn  my  heart  in  deeper  anguish. 
Over  sorrows  not  thine  own  I 


100       PASSION    V/EEK   AND    GOOD-FRIDAY. 

See  a  spotless  Lamb  draw  nigh 

To  Jerusalem  to  die 

For  thy  sins,  the  sinless  One  ! 

Think  !  ah  !  think  what  thou  hast  done 

2  See  Him  stand  while  cruel  fetters 

Bind  the  hands  that  framed  the  world, 
While  around  Him  bitter  mocking, 
Laughter  and  contempt  are  hurled. 
Heathen  rage  and  Jewish  scorn, 
Meekly  for  our  sins  are  borne. 
Sin  has  brought  Him  from  above ; 
Who  can  fathom  such  a  love  ? 

3  Can  we  view  the  Saviour  given 

To  the  smiters'  hands  for  us  ? 
Can  we  all  unmoved,  unhumbled. 
See  Him  mocked  and  slighted  thus  ? 
View  the  thorny  chaplet  red. 
On  His  meek  and  bleeding  head, 
Hear  the  loud  and  angry  din. 
And  not  tremble  for  our  sin  ? 

4  Must  I,  Jesus,  thus  behold  Thee 

In  Thy  toil  and  sorrow  here  ? 
Can  I  nothing  better  yield  Thee 
Than  my  unavailing  tear  ? 
Lamb  of  God  !  I  weep  for  Thee, 
Weep,  Thy  cruel  cross  to  see. 
Weep,  for  death  that  Death  destroys  ! 
Weep,  for  grief  that  brings  me  joys  ! 

5  Poor  is  all  that  I  can  offer  — 

Soul  and  body  while  I  live  ; 
Take  it,  0  my  Saviour,  take  it  — 
I  have  nothing  more  to  give. 


PASSION    WEEK    AND   GOOD-FRIDAY.        101 

Come,  and  in  this  heart  remain  ; 
Let  each  enemy  be  slain  ; 
Let  me  live  and  die  with  Thee ; 
To  Thy  kingdom  welcome  me. 

HYMN  102.  C.  M. 

TT^ORTH  flames  the  standard  of  our  King, 
jj     Bright  gleams  the  mystic  sign, 
When  life  bore  death  of  suffering, 
And  death  wrought  life  divine. 

2  The  stabs  of  the  accursed  spear. 

Brought  forth  the  healing  flood, 
To  cleanse  sin's  stains  so  dark  and  drear, 
With  water  and  with  blood. 

3  Fulfilled  is  each  prophetic  word, 

Each  faith-inspiring  strain, 
Telling  the  nations  of  that  Lord, 
Who  by  the  Cross  should  reign. 

4  Hail,  Cross  of  Christ !  man's  only  hope ; 

While  now  we  gaze  and  pray, 
Dear  Lord,  th'  exhaustless  fountains  ope. 
And  wash  our  sins  away. 

HYMN  103.  in.  2. 

ri  0  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

vX  Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power, 

Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see. 

Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour ; 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away. 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 


102        PASSION    WEEK   AND   GOOD-FRIDAY. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment  hall ; 

"View  the  Lord  of  life  arraign'd  ; 
O  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 

0  the  pangs  His  soul  sustain'd  ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss ; 
Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 

There,  adoring  at  His  feet, 
Mark  the  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete ; 
''It  is  finished"  —  hear  Him  cry; 
Learn  in  Christ  to  live  and  die. 

HYMN  104.  P.  M. 

HIS  trial  o'er,  and  now  beneath 
His  own  cross  meekly  bending, 
Jesus,  the  fatal  hill  of  death 
Is  wearily  ascending. 

2  And  now,  His  hands  and  feet  pierc'd  through, 

Upon  the  cross  they  raise  Him, 
Where  even  now,  in  distant  view, 
The  eye  of  faith  surveys  Him. 

3  0,  wondrous  love,  which  God  most  High, 

Tow'rds  man  was  pleas'd  to  cherish  ! 
His  sinless  Son  He  gave  to  die, 
That  sinners  might  not  perish. 

4  Our  sins'  pollution  to  remove 

His  blood  was  ask'd  and  given  : 
So  mighty  was  the  Saviour's  love, 
So  vast  the  price  of  Heaven. 


PASSION    WEEK   AND    GOUD-FRIDAY.       103 

6  Yes  !   'tis  the  cross  that  breaks  the  rod, 
And  chain  of  condemnation, 
And  makes  a  lea.2:ne  'twixt  man  and  God, 
For  our  complete  salvation. 

6  0  !  praise  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  given, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  thro'  whom  alone 
Our  hearts  are  rais'd  to  Heaven. 


HYMN^  105.  II.  6. 

f\  SACRED  Head,  now  wounded, 
\/  "With  grief  and  shame  weigh'd  down; 
Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,   Thine  only  crown  : 
O   Sacred  Head,  what  glory, 

What  bliss  till  now  was  Thine  ; 
Yet  though  despis'd  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine, 

2  What  Thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffer'd. 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain  : 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain. 
Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour ! 

'Tis  I  deserve  Thy  place  ; 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favour, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace. 

3  The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken 

Above  all  joys  beside. 
When,  in  Thy  Body  broken, 
I  thus  with  safety  hide. 


104       PASSION   WEEK   AND   GOOD-FRIDAY. 

Lord  of  my  life,  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see ; 
Beside  Thy  cross  expiring 

I'd  breathe  mv  soul  to  Thee. 


4  What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  Thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this,   Thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end  ? 
0  make  rae  Thine  for  ever ; 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never 

Outlive  my  love  for  Thee. 

6  Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying, 

O,  show  Thy  cross  to  me ; 
And  to  my  succour  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free  ! 
When  strength  and  comfort  languish 

Amidst  the  final  throe, 
Belease  me  from  my  anguish 

By  Thine  own  pain  and  woe. 


HYMN  106.  C.  M. 

0  HALLOWED  Head  !  compell'd  to  bow 
Beneath  unnumber'd  scorns, 
0,  dear,  dishonor'd,  glorious  brow 

'Now  rent  by  cruel  thorns  ; 
Eyes  where  the  light  of  Heaven  did  reign 

Can  ye  grov/  glaz'd  and  dim  ? 
0  death  —  by  Him  for  others  slain  — 
Can'st  thou  have  power  o'er  Him? 


PASSION    WEEK   AND   GOOD-FRIDAY.        105 

2  Love's  mystery  o'er  the  scene  doth  hang, 

Love  must  unfold  it  still, 
Who  could  inflict  on  Him  a  pang, 

Without  His  own  blest  will  ? 
He,  whom  the  slumbering-  dead  have  heard, 

Whose  voice  the  winds  could  tame. 
Could  crush  His  murderers  with  a  word, 

If  such  had  been  his  aim. 

3  Yea,  Lord  of  lords  and  King  of  kings, 

Life,  light,  and  joy  to  me  ; 
My  soul  thro'  doubt  and  darkness  clings. 

With  trembling  faith  to  Thee. 
Lo,  Death  and  Hell  with  all  their  host 

Quail  now  before  their  Lord, 
And  more  than  was  in  Adam  lost, 

I  see  in  Christ  restored. 


HYMN  107.  C.  M. 

A  LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
^1_  And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Did  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 


106       PASSION   WEEK   AND   GOOD-FRIDAY. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  in  shame  my  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN  108.  III.  3. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing', 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing. 

With  my  tears  His  feet  I'll  bathe ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

3  Here  I'll  sit  for  ever  viewing 

^[ercy  streaming  in  His  blood  ; 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

4  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven. 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze ; 
Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven. 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

5  Lord,  in  ceaseless  contemplation, 

Fix  my  heart  and  eyes  on  Thee, 
Till  I  taste  Thy  whole  salvation. 
And  unveil'd  Thy  glories  see. 


PASSION   WEEK   AND   GOOD-FRIDAY.        107 


HYMN  109.  III.  2. 

HEARTS  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 
Break,  by  Jesns'  cross  subdu'd; 
See  his  body  mangled,  rent. 

Covered  with  His  flowing  blood  ; 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
Crucified  th'  incarnate  Son  ! 

2  Yes,  our  sins  have  done  the  deed. 

Driven  the  nails  that  fix'd  Him  here ; 
Crown'd  with  thorns  His  sacred  head, 
Pierc'd  Him  with  the  soldier's  spear 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 
For  a  sinful  world  He  dies. 


3  Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain, 
Nor  receive  the  profi'er'd  good  ; 

Crucify  the  Lord  again, 

Trample  on  his  precious  blood  ? 

No,  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part ; 

Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart. 

HYMN  110.  P.  M. 

BOUND  upon  th'  accursed  tree. 
Faint  and  bleeding,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  eyes  so  pale  and  dim, 
Streaming  blood  and  writhing  limb, 
By  the  flesh  with  scourges  torn, 
By  the  crown  of  twisted  thorn. 
By  the  side  so  deeply  pierc'd. 
By  the  baffled,  burning  thirst. 
By  the  drooping,  death-dewed  brow, 
Son  of  man,  'tis  Thou  !  'tis  Thou  ! 


108         PASSION    WEKK   AND    GOOD-FRIDAY. 

2  Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  woful,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  sun  at  noonday  pale, 
Shivering  rocks  and  rendmg  veil, 
By  the  earth  enwrapt  in  gloom, 
By  the  saints  who  burst  their  tomb, 
By  the  promise  ere  He  died. 
To  the  felon  at  His  side  ; 
Lord  !  our  suppliant  knees  we  bow! 
Son  of  God  !  'tis  Thou !  'tis  Thou  ! 


3  Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Faint  and  dying,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  last  and  bitter  cry, 
Of  the  dying  agony  ; 
By  the  lifeless  body  laid 
In  the  chambers  of  the  dead; 
By  the  mourners  bowed  to  weep, 
Where  the  bones  of  Jesus  sleep ; 
Crucified,  we  know  Thee  now, 
Son  of  man  I  'tis  Thou  !   'tis  Thou  I 


Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  prayer  for  them  that  slew, 
"  Lord  !  they  know  not  what  they  do  I 
By  the  spoiPd  and  empty  grave, 
By  the  souls  he  died  to  save. 
By  the  conquest  He  hath  won, 
By  the  saints  before  His  throne, 
By  the  rainbow  round  His  brow, 
Son  of  God  !  'tis  Thou  !  'tis  Thou  1 


PASSION    WEEK   AND   GOOD-FRIDAY.        109 


HYMN  111.  III.  3. 

HAIL,  thou  once  despised  Jesus, 
Hail,  thou  Galilean  King ; 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us ; 
Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring  ! 
Hail,  once  agonizing  Saviour, 

Thou  didst  bear  our  sin  and  shame : 
Through  Thy  merit  find  we  favour ; 
Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 

Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed. 

All  our  sins  on  Thee  were  laid ; 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made. 
All  thy  people  are  forgiven, 

Through  the  virtue  of  Thy  blood; 
Open'd  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 

Man  is  reconcil'd  to  God, 


Jesus,  low  we  bow  before  Thee, 

Mediator  glorified  ! 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  Thee, 

Seated  at  the  Father's  side  : 
There  for  sinners  Thou  art  pleading. 

There  Thou  dost  our  place  prepare 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 


4  Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing 
Thou  art  worthy  to  receive ; 
Loudest  praises,  never  ceasing. 
Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 
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110       PASSION    WEEK   AND   GOOD-FRIDAY. 

Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 
Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  ; 

Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits, 
Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 

HYMN  112.  III.  a 

ONCE  the  angel  started  back, 
When  he  saw  the  blood-stain'd  door,    * 
Pausing  on  his  vengeful  track, 
And  the  dwelling  passing  o'er. 
Once  the  sea  from  Israel  fled. 
Ere  it  roll'd  o'er  Egypt's  dead. 

2  Now  our  Passover  is  come. 

Dimly  shadow'd  in  time  past, 
And  the  very  Paschal  Lamb, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  slain  at  last. 

Then  with  hearts  and  hands  made  meet, 
Our  unleaven'd  bread  we'll  eat. 

3  Blessed  Victim  sent  from  Heaven, 

Whom  all  angel  hosts  obey, 
To  whose  will  all  earth  is  given. 
At  whose  word  hell  shrinks  away, 

Thou  hast  conquer'd  death's  dread  strife, 
Thou  hast  brought  us  light  and  life. 

HYMN  113.  HI.  1. 

Easter  Even. 

PAIN  and  toil  are  over  now ; 
Bring  the  spice  and  bring  the  myrrh, 
Pold  the  limb  and  bind  the  brow, 
In  the  rich  man's  sepulchre. 


EASTER.  Ill 

2  Sin  has  bruised  tlie  Victor's  heel ; 

Roll  the  stone  and  guard  it  well, 
Bring  the  Roman's  boasted  seal, 
Bring  his  boldest  sentinel. 

3  Yet  the  morning's  purple  ray 

Shall  present  a  glorious  sight. 
Stone  by  earthquake  roll'd  away, 
*       Angel  guards  all  robed  in  white. 


EASTER. 

HYMN  114.  III.  2. 

HE  is  risen,  He  is  risen ! 
Tell  it  with  a  joyful  voice, 
He  has  burst  His  three  days'  prison, 
Let  the  whole  wide  earth  rejoice ; 
Death  is  vanquish'd,  man  is  free, 
Christ  has  won  the  victory. 

2  Tell  it  to  the  sinners,  weeping 

Over  deeds  in  darkness  done. 
Weary  fast  and  vigil  keeping, 

Brightly  breaks  their  Easter  sun ; 
Christ  has  borne  our  sins  away, 
Christ  has  conquer'd  hell  to-day. 

3  He  is  risen.  He  is  risen  I 

He  has  oped  the  eternal  gate  ; 
We  are  loos'd  from  sin's  dark  prison. 

Risen  to  a  holier  state, 
Where  a  brightening  Easter  beam 
On  our  longing  eye  shall  stream. 


112  EASTER. 

HYMN  115.  III.  1. 

JESUS  Christ  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holiday ; 
Who  did  once  upon  the  cross 
Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss. 

Hallelujah  ! 

2  Hymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing 
Unto  Christ,  our  heav'nly  King ; 
Who  endur'd  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

Hallelujah ! 

3  But  the  pains  which  He  endured 
Our  salvation  have  procured ; 
Now  above  the  sky  He's  King, 
Where  the  angels  ever  sing. 

Hallelujah  ! 

4  Now  be  God  the  Father  prais'd, 
With  the  Son,  from  death  uprais'd, 
And  the  Spirit,  ever  blest ; 

One  true  God,  by  all  confest. 

Hallelujah  I 

HYMN  lie.  L.  M. 

I'HE  dawn  was  purpling  o'er  the  sky, 
With  alleluias  rang  the  air ; 
Earth  held  a  glorious  jubilee ; 

Hell  gnashed  its  teeth  in  fierce  despair ; 

2  When  He,  Whom  stone,  and  seal,  and  guard 
Had  safely  to  the  tomb  consigned. 
Triumphant  rose,  and  buried  Death 
Deep  in  the  grave  He  left  behind. 


EASTER.  113 

3  Calm  all  your  grief  and  still  your  tears  : 

Hark  !  —  the  descending  angel  cries, 
The  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
And  Death  is  slain,  no  more  to  rise  ! 

4  Oh  Jesus,  from  the  death  of  sin, 

Keep  us  we  pray ;  so  shalt  Thou  be 
The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 

Of  all  the  souls  new-born  in  Thee  ! 

HYMN  117.  C.  M. 

BLEST  morning,  whose  lirst  dawning  rays 
Beheld  our  rising  God, 
That  saw  Him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  His  dark  abode. 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  the  tomb 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  combined  their  force 

To  hold  our  Lord,  in  vain ; 
The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose. 
And  burst  their  tyrant  chain. 

4  To  Thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  Salvation  and  immortal  praise 

To  our  victorious  King  ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  and  rocks  and  seas, 
With  glad  hosannas  ring. 

10*  H 


114  EASTER. 


HYMN  118.  HI.  1. 

ANGELS,  roll  the  rock  away  ! 
Death,  yield  up  the  mighty  prey  I 
See,  the  Saviour  quits  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  riseu  to-day. 

Shout,  ye  seraphs ;  angels,  raise 
Your  eternal  song  of  praise  ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  to  the  blissful  sound. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 

Holy  Father,   Holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Glory  as  of  old  to  Thee, 
Now  and  evermore  shall  be. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 

HYMN  119.  IIL 1. 

MARY  to  the  Saviour's  tomb, 
Hasted  at  the  early  dawn, 
Spice  she  brought,  and  sweet  perfume, 
But  the  Lord  she  lov'd  had  gone. 
There  awhile  she  lingering  stood. 

Lost  in  anguish  and  dismay, 
Tears  she  wept  —  a  bitter  flood  — 
Asking  where  her  Saviour  lay. 


EASTER.  1X5 

Soon  her  sorrow  all  was  gone, 

When  she  heard  His  own  dear  voice 
Call  her,  "Mary. "—Oh  !  that  tone, 

How  it  bade  her  heart  rejoice  ! 
Such  a  change  His  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day. 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake, 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 


HYMN  120.  III.  5. 

COME,  ye  saints,  draw  nigh  and  wonder, 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay  ! 
He  has  burst  his  bands  asunder, 
He  has  borne  our  sins  away ; 

Joyful  tidings  I 
Yes,  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day  ! 


2  Jesus  triumphs  ;  sing  ye  praises  ! 
By  His  death  He  overcame  ; 
Thus  the  Lord  His  glory  raises ; 
Thus  He  fills  His  foes  with  shame  j 

Sing  ye  praises  ! 
Praises  to  the  victor's  name  ! 


Jesus  triumphs  :  countless  legions 

Come  from  Heaven  to  meet  their  King 

Soon  in  yonder  blessed  regions 
We  shall  join  His  praise  to  sing  ; 

Songs  eternal 
Shall  thro'  Heaven's  high  arches  ring. 


116  EASTER. 


HYMN  121.  L.  M. 

WHEN  I  the  holy  grave  survey, 
Where  once  ray  Saviour  deign'd  to  lie, 
I  see  fulfilPd  what  prophets  say, 
And  all  the  power  of  death  defy. 

2  This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim 

How  weak  the  bands  of  conquer'd  death ; 
Sweet  pledge  that  all  who  love  His  name 
Shall  rise  and  draw  immortal  breath. 

3  Jesus,  once  numbered  with  the  dead. 

Unseals  His  eyes  to  sleep  uo  more ; 
And  ever  lives  their  cause  to  plead 

For  whom  the  pains  of  death  He  bore. 

4  Thy  risen  Lord,  my  soul !  behold  ; 

See  the  rich  diadem  He  wears  ! 
Thou  too  shalt  wear  a  crown  of  gold, 
A  crown  of  joy,  Avhen  He  appears. 

5  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God  !  Thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  flesh  forever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  Thy  children  in  the  grave. 


HYMN  122.  S.  M. 

^^rpHE  Lord  is  risen  indeed;" 

X    The  grave  hath  lost  its  prey ; 
With  him  shall  rise  the  ransom'd  seed. 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 


EASTER.  11*7 

2  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ; " 

He  lives,  to  die  no  more  ; 
He  lives  His  people's  cause  to  plead, 
Whose  curse  and  shame  He  bore. 

3  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed ;  " 

Attending  angels,  hear ; 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed, 
The  joyous  tidings  bear. 

4  Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  living  chord  : 
Join  all  the  bright,  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 


HYMX  123.  P.  M. 

T  IFT  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
J  J  For  Jesus  hath  risen,  that  man  may  not  die. 
Yain  were  the  terrors  that  gather'd  around  Him, 
And   short   the  dominion   of  death  and  the 
grave  ; 
He  burst  from  the  fetters  of  darkness  that  bound 
Him, 
Resplendent  in  glory  to  live  and  to  save. 
Loud  was  the  chorus  of  angels  on  high  — 
"The   Saviour  hath  risen,  and  man  shall  not 
die." 

2  Glory  to  God,  in  full  anthems  of  joy  : 

The  being  He  gave  us,  death  cannot  destroy; 
Sad  were  the  life  we  must  part  with  to-morrow, 
If  tears  were  our  birthright,  and  death  were 
our  end  : 


118  •       EASTER. 

But  Jesus  hatli  cheer'd  the  dark  valley  of  sor- 
row, 
And  bade  us,  immortal,  to  heaven  ascend. 
Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
Jesus  hath  risen,  and  man  shall  not  die. 


HYMN  124.  L.  M. 

NOW  at  the  Lamb's  high  royal  feast 
In  robes  of  saintly  white  we  sing, 
Through  the  Red  Sea  in  safety  brought 
By  Jesus,  our  immortal  King. 

2  0  depth  of  love  I  for  us  He  drinks 
The  chalice  of  His  agony ; 
For  us,  a  Victim  on  the  Cross, 
He  meekly  lays  Him  down  to  die. 

i  And  as  th'  avenging  Angel  pass'd 
Of  old  the  blood-besprinkled  door  ; 
As  the  cleft  sea  a  passage  gave. 

Then  clos'd  to  whelm  th'  Egyptians  o'er ; 

4  So  Christ,  our  Paschal  Sacrifice, 

Has  brought  us  safe  all  perils  through, 
While  for  unleaven'd  bread,  we  need 
But  heart  sincere  and  purpose  true. 

5  Hail,  purest  Yictim  Heav'n  could  find, 

The  powers  of  Hell  to  overthrow  ! 
Who  didst  the  chains  of  Death  destroy, 
W^ho  dost  the  prize  of  Life  bestow. 


ASCENSION.  119 

6  Hail,  victor  Christ !  hail,  risen  King  ! 

To  Thee  alone  belongs  the  crown  ; 
Who  hast  the  heavenly  gates  unbarr'd, 

And  dragg'd  the  Prince  of  darkness  down. 

7  0  Jesus !  from  the  death  of  sin 

Keep  us,  we  pray ;  so  shalt  Thou  be 
The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 

Of  all  the  souls  new-born  in  Thee. 


ASCENSION. 

HYMN  125.  C.  M. 

HO  S  ANN  A  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
Who  cloth'd  himself  in  clay ; 
Entered  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanuel  rose ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away. 
And  conquered  all  our  foes. 

3  See,  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  His  Father  flies  ! 
With  scars  of  honour  in  His  flesh. 
And  triumph  in  His  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  scatters  blessings  down 
From  the  right  hand  of  Majesty, 
On  the  celestial  throne. 


120  ASCENSION. 

5  Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 
To  reach  this  bless'd  abode  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 


HYMN  126.  C.  M. 

THE  Saviour  stood  on  Olivet ; 
His  earthly  task  was  o'er  ; 
And  wherefore  should  He  linger  yet 

On  this  world's  dreary  shore  ? 
He  rais'd  on  high  His  hands  divine  ; 

He  bless'd  His  faithful  train ; 
Oh  !  when  shall  Adam's  guilty  line 
Such  blessings  hear  again  ? 

2  Then  slowly  tow'rds  th'  expecting  skj^ 

The  sky's  Creator  rose  ; 
Angelic  watchers,  ranged  on  high, 

Bade  Heaven's  bright  gates  unclose. 
And  in  He  came,  the  Lord  of  might, 

Eternal  and  Supreme  ; 
Whose  presence  e'en  those  realms  of  light 

Illum'd  with  brighter  beam. 

3  0  Thou,  who  thus  exalted  art, 

On  whom  our  souls  rely, 
Grant  to  us  now,  in  mind  and  heart, 

To  dwell  with  Thee  on  high  ! 
And  when  at  length,  redeem'd  by  Thee, 

The  just  that  sleep  shall  rise  ; 
With  tlieirs  our  happy  portion   be, 

A  home  beyond  the  skies. 


ASCENSION.  .  121 


HYMI^  127.  P.  M. 

THE  Lord  ascendeth  up  on  hio:h, 
The  Lord  hath  triumph'd  gloriously, 
In  pow'r  and  might  excelling  ; 
Hell  and  the  Grave  are  captive  led, 
Lo  !  He  returns,  our  glorious  Head, 
To  His  eternal  dwelling ! 

2  The  heav'ns  with  joy  receive  their  Lord, 
By  saints,  by  angel  hosts  adored  ; 

O  day  of  exultation  ! 
O  earth  !  adore  Thy  glorious  King, 
His  rising,  His  ascension  sing, 

With  grateful  adoration. 

3  Our  great  High-Priest  hath  gone  before, 
Thence  on  His  Church  His  grace  to  pour, 

And  bring  us  to  salvation ; 
O  may  our  hearts  to  Him  ascend 
May  all  within  us  upward  tend 

With  joyful  expectation  ! 

4  By  saints  on  earth  and  saints  in  heav'n, 
All  praise  to  Christ  our  King  be  giv'n, 

Who  hath  to  heav'n  ascended  ; 
To  Father,   Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  of  heaven's  resplendent  host. 

Whose  reign  shall  ne'er  be  ended. 

HYMJ^  128.  IIL  1. 

HAIL  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise, 
Glorious,  to  His  native  skies ! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Enters  now  the  gates  of  heaven. 
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122  _  ASCENSION. 

2  There  the  glorious  triumph  waits  ; 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
Christ  hath  vanquished  death  and  sin  ; 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in. 

3  See,  the  heaven  its  Lord  receives  ! 
Yet  He  loves  the  world  He  leaves  : 
Though  returning  to  His  throne, 
Still  He  calls  mankind  his  own. 

4  Still  for  us  He  intercedes, 

His  prevailing  death  He  pleads ; 
Near  himself  prepares  our  place, 
Oreat  Forerunner  of  our  race. 

5  What,  though  parted  from  our  sight. 
Far  above  yon  starry  height; 
Thither  our  affections  rise. 
Following  Him  beyond  the  skies. 


HYMN  129.  HI.  5. 

LOOK,  ye  saints  ;  the  sight  is  glorious  ; 
See  the  man  of  sorrows  now  ; 
From  the  fight  returned  victorious, 
Every  knee  to  Him  shall  bow; 

Crown  Him  ; 
Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Sa,viour,  angels  crown  Him  ; 
Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings  ; 
On  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  Him, 
While  the  heavenly  concert  rings  : 

Crown  Him  ; 
Crown  the  Saviour  King  of  kings. 


ASCENSION.  -       123 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crown 'd  Hira, 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim  ; 
Saints  and  angels  bend  around  Him, 
Own  His  title,  praise  His  name : 

Crown  Him  ; 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame  ! 

4  Hark  !  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark  !  those  loud,  triumphant  chords  ! 
Lamb  of  God,  our  strong  salvation, 
O,  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 

Crown  Him  ; 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords. 

HYMX  130.  IL  4. 

TH'  atoning  work  is  done, 
The  Yictim's  blood  is  shed. 
And  Jesus  now  is  gone 

His  people's  cause  to  plead; 
He  stands  in  Heaven  their  great  High  Priest, 
And  bears  their  names  upon  His  breast. 

2  He  sprinkles  with  His  blood 

The  mercy-seat  above ; 
For  justice  had  withstood 

The  purposes  of  love  ; 
But  justice  now  withstands  no  more. 
And  mercy  yields  her  boundless  store. 

3  No  temple  made  with  hands, 

His  place  of  service  is ; 
In  heaven  itself  He  stands, 
A   Heavenly  Priesthood  His. 
In  Him  the  shadows  of  the  law 
Are  all  fulfill'd,  and  now  withdraw. 


124  ASCENSION. 

4  And  though  awhile  He  be 
Hid  from  the  eyes  of  men, 
His  people  look  to  see 

Their  great  High  Priest  again  ; 
In  brightest  glory  He  will  come, 
And  take  His  waiting  people  home. 


HYMjS^  131.  S.  M. 

BEYOXD  the  starry  skies, 
Far  as  th'  eternal  hills, 
There  in  the  boundless  world  of  light, 
Our  great  Redeemer  dwells. 

2  Around  Him  angels  fair. 

In  countless  armies  shine ; 
And  ever,  in  exalted  lays. 
They  offer  songs  divine. 

3  "  Hail,  Prince  of  life  !  •'  they  cry, 

''  Whose  unexampled  love, 
Mov'd  Thee  to  quit  those  glorious  realms 
And  royalties  above." 


4  And  when  He  stoop'd  to  earth, 

And  suffered  rude  disdain. 
They  cast  their  honors  at  His  feet, 
And  waited  in  His  train. 

5  They  saw  Him  on  the  cross. 

While  darkness  veil'd  the  skies, 
And  when  He  burst  the  gates  of  death, 
They  saw  the  Conqueror  rise. 


ASCENSION.  125 

6  They  throng'd  His  chariot  wheels, 
And  bore  Him  to  His  throne  ; 
Then  swept  their  golden  harps  and  sang, 
''The  glorious  work  is  done." 


HYMN  132.  C.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Amid  His  Father's  throne  ; 
Prepare  new  honors  for  His  name, 
And  songs  before  unknown. 


2  Let  elders  worship  at  His  feet. 
The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full  of  odours  sweet. 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 


3  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain. 
Be  endless  honour  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
Forever  on  His  head. 


4  Thou  hast  redeem'd  our  souls  with  blood, 
Hast  set  the  prisoner  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  Thee. 


5  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Are  put  beneath  Thy  power; 
Then  hasten  time's  delaying  pace, 
And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 
11  * 


ASCENSION. 


HYMN  133.  III.  1. 

HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Live,  by  heaven  and  earth  ador'd  I 
Fill'd  with  Thee  let  all  things  cry, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high. 

2  Join'd  with  those  beyond  the  sky, 
Chanters  to  the  Lord  most  high, 
We  our  hearts  and  voices  raise, 
Echoing  Thine  eternal  praise. 

3  Happy  they  who  never  rest, 
With  Thy  heavenly  presence  blest  ? 
They  the  heights  of  glory  see, 
Search  the  depths  of  Deity. 

4  Fain  with  them  our  souls  would  vie; 
Sink  as  low,  and  mount  as  high  ; 
Fall,  o'erwhelm'd  with  love,  or  soar ; 
Shout,  or  silently  adore. 


HYMN  134.  L.  M. 

WHERE  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  High-Priest  our  nature  wears, 
The  Guardian  of  mankind  appears. 

2  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  to  earth  a  brother's  eye ; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 
He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 


ASCENSION.  12t 

3  A  sufferer  once,  He  yet  retains 
A  brother  feeling  for  our  pains  ; 
And  still  remembers,  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  His  agonies,  and  cries. 

i  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  Man  of  sorrows  had  a  part ; 
With  sympathy  beholds  our  grief, 
And  to  the  sujfferer  sends  relief, 

5  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne. 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known  ; 
And  supplicate  His  heavenly  power, 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour. 

HYMN  135.  L.  M. 

jy  EDEEMER,  now  Thy  work  is  done  ! 
XX)  Death  owns  Thy  power,  the  prize  is  won  ! 
And  now  once  more  we  see  Thee  rise. 
Returning  to  Thy  native  skies. 

2  A  radiant  cloud  is  now  Thy  seat. 

And  earth  lies  stretch'd  beneath  Thy  feet ; 
While  myriads,  in  their  bright  array, 
Attend  Thee  homeward  on  Thy  way. 

3  Beside  the  everlasting  gates 
The  angel-host  enraptur'd  waits : 

He  comes.  He  comes,  and  God's  high  Throne 
Receives  at  length  the  Holy  One. 

4  There,  Jesu,  Thou  hast  never  ceas'd 

To  be  our  Friend,  our  great  High-Priest, 
Pleading  in  our  behalf  Thy  Blood, 
That  holy,  reconciling  flood. 


128  ASCENSION. 

5  And  thence  tlie  Church,  Thy  chosen  Bride, 
With  Thy  free  Spirit's  gifts  supplied, 
Through  all  her  mem1)ers,  draws  from  Thee 
Her  hidden  life  of  sanctity. 


HYMN  136.  C.  M. 

JESUS,  in  Thee  our  eyes  behold 
A  thousand  glories  more 
Than  the  rich  gems,  and  polished  gold, 
The  sons  of  Aaron  wore. 

2  Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 

With  blood,  but  not  their  own, 
Did  they  within  the  veil  appear. 
Before  the  golden  throne. 

3  But  Christ,  by  His  own  powerful  blood. 

Ascends  above  the  skies, 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  God 
Shows  His  own  sacrifice. 

4  He  ever  lives,  to  intercede 

Before  His  Father's  face ; 
For  us,   0  Lord,  in  mercy  plead. 
And  fill  us  with  Thy  grace ! 


HYMN  137.  L.  M. 

STAND  up,  my  soul,  thy  fears  dismiss. 
And  gird  the  Gospel  armour  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  bliss, 
Where  Jesus  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 


WHITSUNDAY.  129 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  thy  foes  may  be, 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquish'd  foes ; 
Thy  Saviour  nailed  them  to  the  tree, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  He  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  and  palms  are  won, 
And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  A  starry  crown  shall  be  my  prize, 

Triumphant  through  Almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


WHITSUNDAY. 

HYMN  138.  L.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  lighten  with  celestial  fire  : 
Thou  the  anointing  Spirit  art, 
Who  dost  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  impart. 

2  Thy  blessed  unction  from  above 
Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  love  ; 
Enable  with  perpetual  light 

The  dulness  of  our  blinded  sight. 

3  Keep  far  our  foes,  give  peace  at  home ; 
Where  Thou  art  guide  no  ill  can  come ; 
Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee  of  both  to  be  but  one  ; 

I 


130  WHITSUNDAY. 

4  That  through  the  ages  all  along 
This  may  be  our  endless  song; 
All  praise  to  Thy  eternal  merit, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit. 


HYMN  139.  C.  M. 

OUR  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed 
His  tender,  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter  bequeathed, 
With  us  on  earth  to  dwell. 


2  He  came  in  tongues  of  living  flame. 
To  teach,  convince,  subdue ; 
All-powerful  as  the  wind  He  came, 
And  all  as  viewless,  too. 


3  He  came,  sweet  influence  to  impart, 
A  gracious,  willing  Guest, 
While  He  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  fix  his  rest. 


And  His  that  gentle  voice  we  hear, 

Soft  as  the  breath  of  even. 
That  checks  each  fault,  that  calms  each  fear 

And  speaks  to  us  of  heaven. 


5  And  every  grace  our  souls  possess, 
All  good  that  we  have  known  ; 
And  every  thought  of  holiness, 
Are'  His  and  His  alone. 


WHITSUNDAY.  131 


HYMN  140.  C.  M. 

SPIRIT  of  Truth  !  on  this  Thy  day 
To  Thee  for  help  we  cry, 
To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortaUty. 

2  We  ask  not,  Lord,  the  cloven  flame, 
Or  tongues  of  various  tone ; 
But  long  thy  praises  to  proclaim, 
With  fervour  in  our  own. 


3  We  mourn  not  that  prophetic  skill 

Is  found  on  earth  no  more ; 
Enough  for  us  to  trace  Thy  will, 
In  Scripture's  sacred  lore. 

4  Though  tongues  shall  cease  and  power  decay 

And  knowledge  empty  prove. 
Do  Thou  Thy  trembling  servants  stay 
With  faith,  with  hope,  with  love. 

HYMN  141.  C.  M. 

WHEN  first  the  Spirit  of  our  God 
Came  down  His  flock  to  find, 
A  voice  from  heaven  was  heard  abroad, 
A  rushing,  mighty  wind. 

2  Nor  doth  the  outward  ear  alone 
At  thai  high  warning  start ; 
Conscience  gives  back  th'  appalling  tone ; 
'Tis  echoed  in  the  heart. 


12  WHITSUNDAY. 

3  It  fills  the  Church  of  God  :  it  fills 

The  sinful  world  around  ; 
Only  in  stubborn  hearts  and  wills 
No  place  for  it  is  found. 

4  To  other  strains  such  souls  are  set ; 

A  giddy  whirl  of  sin 
Fills  ear  and  brain,  and  will  not  let 
Heaven's  harmonies  come  in. 

5  Come,  Lord,  come  Wisdom,  Love,  and  Power, 

Open  our  ears  to  hear ; 
Let  us  not  miss  th'  accepted  hour ; 
Save,   Lord,  by  love  or  fear. 

HYMN  142.  C.  M. 

W  HEN  God  ofold  came  down  from  Heaven, 
In  power  and  wrath  He  came  ; 
Before  His  feet  the  clouds  were  riven, 
Half  darkness  and  half  flame. 

2  Around  the  trembling  mountain's  base 

The  prostrate  people  lay ; 
A  day  of  wrath  and  not  of  grace, 
A  dark  and  dreadful  day. 

3  But  when  He  came  the  second  time. 

He  came  in  power  and  love  ; 
Softer  than  ^rale  at  morning  prime 
Hover'd  His  holy  Dove. 

4  The  fires  that  rush'd  on  Sinai  down 

In  sudden  torrents  dread. 
Now  gently  light,  a  glorious  crown, 
On  every  sainted  head. 


WHITSUNDAY.  133 

Like  arrows  went  those  lightnings  forth 

Wing'd  with  the  sinner's  doom, 
But  these  like  tongues,  o'er  all  the  earth 

Proclaiming  life  to  come. 


HYMN  143.  S.  M. 

LORD  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 
In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  ou  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  Thy  power; 
"We  meet  with  one  accord 
In  our  appointed  place. 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind, 

One  soul,  one  fueling  breathe  : 
The  young,  the  old  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above ; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire 

To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

Spirit  of  light,  explore, 

And  chase  our  gloom  away, 
With  lustre  shining  more  and  more 

Unto  the  perfect  day : 
Spirit  of  truth,  be  Thou 

In  life  and  death  our  guide  ; 
0  Spirit  of  adoption,  now 

May  we  be  sanctified. 

12 


134  WHITSUNDAY. 


HYMN  144.  L.  M. 

CREATOR  Spirit  1  by  whose  aid 
The  world's  foundations  first  were  laid, 
Come,  visit  every  waiting  mind  ; 
Come,  pour  Thy  joys  on  human  kind. 

2  Thrice  Holy  Fount,  thrice  Holy  Fire, 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire  ; 
Come,  and  thy  sacred  unction  bring 
To  sanctify  us,  while  we  sing. 


3  O  Source  of  uncreated  light, 
The  Father's  promis'd  Paraclete  I 
From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
And  make  us  temples  worthy  Thee  ! 

4  Our  frailties  help,  our  vice  control, 
Subdue  the  senses  to  the  soul ; 
And  when  rebellious  they  are  grown. 
Then  lay  Thy  hand  and  hold  them  down. 

5  Chase  from  our  minds  th'  infernal  foe, 
And  peace,  the  fruit  of  love  bestow ; 
And  lest  our  feet  should  step  astray, 
Protect  and  guide  us  in  the  way. 

6  Make  us  eternal  truths  receive, 
And  practise  all  that  we  believe ; 
Give  us  Thyself,  that  we  may  see 
The  Father  and  the  Son,  by  Thee. 


WHITSUNDAY.  135 

HYMN  145.  III.  1. 

SPIRIT,  pour'd  on  Pentecost, 
Paraclete  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Resting  on  the  Eternal  Son, 
Holy  !  uncreated  One  ! 
Breath  of  life  !  Thine  aid  impart, 
Waken  every  slumbering  heart, 
Every  grovelling  soul  refine, 
With  Thy  power  and  grace  divine. 

Sanctifier !  seal  our  hearts 
With  the  truth  Thy  word  imparts ; 
Sacred  truths  and  themes  instil. 
And  Thy  pleasure  all  fulfil ; 
There  let  Christ  replace  His  throne, 
And  possess  us  for  His  own, 
Till  our  bodies  all  shall  be 
Temples  to  Thy  Deity! 

Everlasting  Spirit  !  come. 
Teach  us  life's  imperfect  sum  ; 
All  on  earth  is  dark  and  drear, 
Changeful  as  the  changing  year; 
Raise  our  souls  from  things  of  earth, 
Subjects  of  a  better  birth. 
And  our  song  shall  be  of  Thee, 
Through  a  blest  eternity  ! 

HYMN  146.  P.  M. 

HOLY  Spirit,  Lord  of  light. 
From  Thy  clear  celestial  height, 
Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give  ; 
Come,  Thou  Father  of  the  poor. 
Come  with  treasures  which  endure. 
Come,  Thou  Light  of  all  that  live  ! 


136  WHITSUNDAY. 

2  Thou  of  all  consolers  best, 
Visiting  the  troubled  breast, 

Dost  refreshing  peace  bestow  ; 
Thou  in  toil  art  comfort  sweet, 
Pleasant  coolness  in  the  heat, 

Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe. 

3  Light  immortal.  Light  divine, 
Visit  Thou  these  hearts  of  Thine, 

And  our  inmost  being  fill ; 
If  Thou  take  Thy  grace  away, 
Nothing  pure  in  man  can  stay, 

And  his  good  is  turn'd  to  ill. 

4  Thou  on  those  who  evermore 
Thee  confess  and  Thee  adore. 

In  Thy  sev'nfold  gifts  descend  ; 
Give  them  comfort  when  they  die. 
Give  them  life  with  Thee  on  high. 

Give  them  joys  which  never  end. 

HYMX  147.  S.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come; 
Let  Thy  iDright  beams  arise ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  mercies  of  our  God. 

3  Kevive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove. 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 


WHITSUNDAY.  131 

4  'Tis  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 
To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 


5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 
The  Father,   Son,  and  Thee. 


HYMN  148.  C.  M. 

WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  bring 
Some  token  of  Thy  grace. 

2  Dost  Thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
"When  wilt  Thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  a  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
And  bear  Thy  witness  with  my  heart 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 


Thou  art  the  earnest  of  His  love. 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 

And  Thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 
12* 


138  TRINITY    SUNDAY. 


HYMN  149.  III.  1. 

HOLY  GHOST  1  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost !  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine; 
Long  hath  sin  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost !  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine, 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Ghost !  Thou  Lord  divine, 
Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne. 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 


TRINITY   SUNDAY. 

HYMN  150.  C.  M. 

HAIL  I  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Whom  One  in  Three  we  know ; 
By  all  Thy  heavenly  Host  adored, 
By  all  thy  Church  below. 


TRINITY     SUNDAY.  139 

2  One  undivided  Trinity, 

With  triumph  we  proclaim ; 
Thy  universe  is  full  of  Thee, 
And  speaks  Thy  glorious  name. 

3  Thee,  holy  Father,  we  confess ; 

Thee,  holy  Son,  adore : 
Thee,  Spirit  of  true  holiness, 
We  worship  evermore. 

4  Hail  !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

Our  heavenly  song  shall  be  ; 
Supreme,  essential  One,  adored 
In  Co-eternal  Three. 


HYMN  151.  S.  M. 

FATHER  in  whom  we  live. 
In  whom  we  are  and  move. 
The  glory,  power,  and  praise  receive, 
Of  Thy  creating  love. 

2  Incarnate  Deity 

Let  all  the  ransomed  race 
Render  in  thanks  their  lives  to  Thee, 
For  Thy  redeeming  grace. 

3  Spirit  of  holiness, 

Let  all  Thy  saints  adore, 
Thy  sacred  energy  and  bliss, 
Thy  heart-renewing  power. 

4  The  grace  to  sinners  show'd, 

Ye  heavenly  choirs  proclaim. 
And  cry  "Salvation  to  our  God, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb." 


140  TRINITY     SUNDAY. 

5  Xot  angel  tongues  can  tell 
Thy  love's  ecstatic  height, 
The  glorious  joy  unspeakable, 
The  beatific  sight. 


6  Eternal,  Triune  Lord  : 

Let  all  the  hosts  above. 
Let  all  the  sons  of  men  record 
And  dwell  upon  Thy  love. 


When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled. 

Before  Thy  glorious  face. 
Sing  all  the  saints  Thy  love  hath  made 

Thine  everlasting  praise. 


HYMN  152.  in.  1. 

HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
God  of  Hosts  !  when  heaven  and  earth, 
Out  of  darkness  at  Thy  word, 

Issued  into  glorious  birth, 
All  Thy  works  before  Thee  stood, 
And  Thine  eye  beheld  them  good, 
While  they  sang  with  sweet  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 


2  Holy,  holy,  holy!  Thee, 
One  Jehovah  evermore, 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  !  we, 
Dust  and  ashes,  would  adore; 


TRINITY    SUNDAY.  141 

Lightly  by  the  world  esteem 'd, 
From  that  world  by  Thee  redeem'd, 
Sing  we  here  with  glad  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Holy,  holy,  holy!     All 

Heaven's  triumphant  choirs  shall  sing, 
When  the  ransom'd  nations  fall 

At  the  footstool  of  their  King : 
Then  shall  saints  and  seraphim, 
Hearts  and  voices  swell  one  hymn, 
Round  the  Throne  with  full  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

HYMN  153.  III.  5. 

HOLY  Father,  great  Creator, 
Source  of  Mercy,  love  and  peace, 
Look  upon  the  Mediator, 

Clothe  us  with  His  righteousness ; 

Heavenly  Father, 
Through  the  Saviour,  hear  and  bless. 

Holy  Jesus,  Lord  of  Glory, 

Whom  angelic  hosts  proclaim. 
While  we  hear  Thy  wondrous  story. 

Meet  and  worship  in  Thy  name, 
Dear  Redeemer, 

In  our  hearts  Thy  peace  proclaim. 

Holy  Spirit,  Sanctifier, 

Come  with  unction  from  above, 
Raise  our  hearts  to  raptures  higher. 

Fill  them  with  the  Saviour's  love ; 
Source  of  comfort, 

Cheer  us  with  the  Saviour's  love. 


142  FAST    DAY. 

4  God  the  Lord,  through  every  nation 
Let  thy  wondrous  mercies  shine ; 
In  the  song  of  Thy  salvation 
Every  tongue  and  race  combine  ; 

Great  Jehovah, 
Form  our  hearts,  and  make  them  Thine. 

HYMN  154.  C.  M. 

THE  Lord  descended  from  above, 
And  bow'd  the  heavens  most  high, 
And  underneath  His  feet  He  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherub  and  on  cherubim, 

Full  royally  he  rode, 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds, 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods. 

Their  fury  to  restrain ; 
And  He,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 


FAST    DAY. 
HYMjST  155.  C.  M. 

ClOME,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord, 
/  Whose  judgments  yet  delay  ; 
Who  yet  suspends  the  lifted  sword, 
And  gives  us  time  to  pray. 


FAST    DAY.  143 

2  Great  is  our  guilt,  our  fears  are  great 

But  let  us  not  despair ; 
Still  open  is  the  mercy-seat 
To  penitence  and  prayer. 

3  Kind  Intercessor,  to  Thy  love 

This  blessed  hope  we  owe  : 
Now  let  Thy  merits  plead  above, 
While  we  implore  below. 

4  Though  justice  near  Thine  awful  throne 

Attends  Thy  dread  command, 
Lord,  hear  Thy  servants,  hear  Thy  Son, 
And  save  a  guilty  land. 

HYMN  156.  C.  M. 

During  a  Pestilence. 

LET  the  land  mourn  through  all  its  coasts. 
And  humble  all  its  state  ; 
Princes  and  rulers,  at  their  posts, 
Awhile  sit  desolate. 


2  Let  priests  and  people,  high  and  low. 
Rich,  poor,  and  great  and  small, 
Invoke,  in  fellowship  of  woe. 
The  Maker  of  them  all. 


3  For  God  hath  summon'd  from  his  place 
Death,  in  a  direr  form, 
To  waken,  warn,  and  scourge  our  race. 
Than  earthquake,  fire,  or  storm. 


144  FAST    DAY. 

4  Let  Churches  weep  within  their  pale, 
And  families  apart ; 
Let  each  in  secrecy  bewail 
The  plague  of  his  own  heart. 

6  So  while  the  land  bemoans  its  sin, 
The  pestilence  may  cease, 
And  mercy  tempering  wrath,  bring  in 
God's  blessed  health  and  peace. 


HYMN  157.  L.  M. 

During  a  Pestilence. 

IT  is  the  Lord  !  —  Behold  His  hand 
Outstretch'd  with  an  afflictive  rod  ; 
And  hark  I  a  voice  goes  throngh  the  land, 
"Be  still,  and  know  that  I  am  God  ! " 

2  Shall  we,  like  guilty  Adam,  hide 

Li  darkest  shades  our  darker  fears  ? 
For  who  His  coming  may  abide  ? 

Or  who  shall  stand  when  He  appears  ? 

3  No, — Let  us  throng  around  His  seat ; 

No, — Let  us  meet  Him  face  to  face  ; 
Prostrate  our  spirits  at  His  feet. 
Confess  our  sins,  and  sue  for  grace. 

4  Who  knows  but  God  will  hear  our  cries, 

Turn  swift  destruction  from  our  path, 
Restrain  His  judgments,  or  chastise 
In  tender  mercy,  not  in  wrath  ? 


THANKSGIVING    DAY.  145 

5  He  will,  He  will,  for  Jesus  pleads ; 

Let  heaven  and  earth  His  love  record  ; 
For  us,  for  us,  He  intercedes ; 

Our  help  is  nigh  :  —  it  is  the  Lord  ! 

6  Into  His  hands  then  let  us  fall 

Come  health  or  sickness,  life  or  death ; 
Whether  He  send  us  balm  for  gall, 
Or  immortality  for  breath. 


THANKSaiVINa   DAY. 
HYMN  158.  C.  M. 

LORD,  in  Thy  name  Thy  servants  plead, 
And  Thou  hast  sworn  to  hear ; 
Thine  is  the  harvest,  Thine  the  seed, 
The  fresh  and  fiiding  year. 

2  The  former  and  the  latter  rain, 

The  summer  sun  and  air. 
The  green  ear,  and  the  golden  grain, 
All  Thine,  are  ours  by  prayer. 

3  Thine  too,  by  right,  and  ours,  by  grace, 

The  wondrous  growth  unseen, 
The  hopes  that  soothe,  the  fears  that  brace, 
The  love  that  shines  serene. 

4  So  grant  the  precious  things  brought  forth 

By  sun  and  moon  below, 
That  Thee  in  Thy  new  heaven  and  earth, 
AVe  never  may  forego. 
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1'46  THANKSGIVING    DAY. 


HYM:Nr  159.  L.  M. 

/n  REAT  God,  as  seasoiis  disappear, 
vX  And  changes  mark  the  rolling  year ; 
As  time  with  rapid  pinions  flies, 
May  every  season  make  us  wise. 

2  Long  has  Thy  favour  crown'd  our  days, 
And  summer  shed  again  its  rays  ; 

No  deadly  cloud  our  sky  has  veil'd ; 
No  blasting  winds  our  path  assail 'd. 

3  Our  harvest  months  have  o'er  us  roll'd 
And  fiird  our  fields  with  waving  gold ; 
Our  tables  spread,  our  garners  stor'd  ! 
"Where  are  our  hearts  to  praise  the  Lord  ? 

4  The  solemn  harvest  comes  apace. 
The  closing  day  of  life  and  grace : 
Time  of  decision,  awful  hour  I 
Around  it  let  no  tempests  lower ! 

5  Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 
Like  stars  in  heaven  to  rise  and  shine ; 
Then  shall  our  happy  souls  above 
Reap  the  full  harvest  of  Thy  love  ! 


HYMN  160.  C.  M. 

jrniS  by  Thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 

X    Grod  of  eternal  power  ! 
The  sea  grows  calm  at  Thy  command, 
And  tempests  cease  to  lower. 


THANKSGIVING    DAY.  14T 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  evening  shade 

Successive  comforts  bring : 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad ; 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons,  and  hours, 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  Thine  ; 
When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  showers, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wandering  fountains  of  the  sky. 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
With  watery  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 


HYMX  161.  P.  M. 

THE  God  of  harvest  praise ; 
In  loud  thanksgiving  raise 
Hand,  heart,  and  voice ; 
The  valleys  smile  and  sing, 
Forests  and  mountains  ring, 
The  plains  their  tribute  bring, 
The  streams  rejoice. 

2  Yea,  bless  His  Holy  Name, 

And  purest  thanks  proclaim 

Throu.sch  all  the  earth  : 


148  THANKSGIVING    DAY. 

To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  comely  —  but  be  not 
His  benefits  forgot, 
Amid  your  mirth. 

3  The  God  of  harvest  praise ; 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices,  raise 

With  sweet  accord  ; 
From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  in  your  harvest  song 

Bless  ye  the  Lord.. 

HYMN  162.  C.  M. 

LORD,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray 
Of  every  clime  and  coast, 
O  hear  us  for  our  native  land, 
The  land  we  love  the  most. 

2  O  guard  our  shores  from  every  foe  j 

With  peace  our  borders  bless. 
Our  cities  witli  prosperity, 
Our  fields  with  plenteousness. 

3  Unite  us  in  the  sacred  love 

Of  knowledge,  truth,  and  Thee  ; 
And  let  our  hills  and  valleys  sing 
That  Christ  hath  made  us  free. 

4  Lord  of  the  nation,  thus  to  Thee 

Our  country  we  commend ; 
Be  Thou  her  refuge  and  her  trust, 
Her  everlasting  friend.     * 


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HYMJ^  163.  II.  4. 

BEFORE  the  Lord  we  how, 
The  God  who  reigns  above, 
And  rules  the  world  below, 
Boundless  in  power  and  love. 
Our  thanks  we  bring. 
In  joy  and  praise, 
Our  hearts  we  raise 
To  heaven's  high  King. 

2  The  nation  Thou  hast  blest, 

May  well  Thy  love  declare, 
From  foes  and  fears  at  rest, 
Protected  by  Thy  care. 
For  this  fair  land, 
For  this  bright  day, 
Our  thanks  we  pay, — 
Gifts  of  Thy  hand. 

3  May  every  mountain  height, 

Each  vale  and  forest  green. 

Shine  in  Thy  word's  pure  light. 

And  its  rich  fruits  be  seen  I 

May  every  tongue 

Be  tun'd  to  praise. 

And  join  to  raise 

A  grateful  song. 

4  Earth  !  hear  Thy  Maker's  voice, 

The  great  Redeemer  own. 
Believe,  obey,  rejoice, 

And  worship  Him  alone, 
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1^1  THANKSGIVING    DAY. 

Cast  down  thy  pride, 
Thy  sin  deplore, 
And  bow  before 
The  Crucified. 


5  And  when  in  power  He  comes, 
0  may  our  native  land, 
From  all  its  rending  tombs, 
Send  forth  a*  glorious  band. 
A  countless  throng 
Ever  to  sing, 
To  Heaven's  high  king 
Salvation's  son";. 


HYMN  164.  III.  1. 

After  a  Pestilence. 

WALKING-  on  the  winged  wind, 
Fear  before  Him,  Death  behind. 
When  the  Lord  came  down  in  wrath, 
Clouds  and  darkness  girt  his  path. 

2  Thence  abroad  His  arrows  flew, 
Thick  and  fast  they  smote  and  slew ; 
We  in  dust  and  ashes  lay, 

None  could  help,  but  all  could  pray. 

3  Prayer  prevail'd  amidst  despair, 
God  delights  to  answer  prayer ; 
Judgment  laid  its  terrors  by, 
Mercy  beam'd  o'er  earth  and  sky. 


THANKSGIVING    DAY.  151 

4  Now  be  sorrow  turn'd  to  song, 
Let  the  bruised  reed  grovf  strong, 
Smoking  flax  break  forth  and  blaze, 
Prayer  transform  itself  to  praise. 

5  Let  the  living  now  record 

All  the  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 
Him  let  the  redeem'd  adore, 
Go  in  peace,  and  sin  no  more. 


HYMN  165.  IL  4. 

After  a  Pestilence. 

SINa  Hallelujah ;  sing 
Glory  to  God  alone  ! 
Bring  your  oblations,  bring 

Thank-offerings  to  the  throne ; 
Take  words  of  joy,  of  comfort  take, 
Awake  to  love,  to  life  awake. 

2  The  Lord  put  forth  His  hand, 

He  touch'd  us  and  we  died ; 
Vengeance  went  through  the  laud, 

But  mercy  walk'd  beside  ; 
He  heard  our  prayers  :  He  saw  our  tears, 
And  stay'd  the  plague  and  quelPd  our  fears. 

3  What  shall  we  give  to  Thee, 

O  Thou  whose  purer  eyes 
Behold  iniquity 

In  man's  best  sacrifice  ? 
Ourselves  we  give,  but  rest  our  claim 
On  Christ,  and  know  none  other  Name. 


152         BAPTISM     AND     C  0  N  F  I  T^  M  A  T  1  ON. 

4  For  Jesus'  sake  forgive 

Thy  people,  Lord,  and  spare, 
To  Him  and  Thee  to  live, 

For  Thine  and  His  we  are  ; 
Thy  quickening  Spirit  gave  us  breath. 
Thy  Sou,  by  death,  has  conquer'd  death. 


BAPTISM   AND    CONFIR 
MATION. 

HYMN  166.  P.  M. 

BLESSED  Jesus,  here  we  stand, 
Met  to  do  as  Thou  hast  spoken, 
And  this  child  at  thy  command 

To  the  Font  we  bring,  in  token 
That  to  Thee  it  here  is  given ; 
For  of  such  shall  be  Thy  heaven. 

2  Yes,  Thy  warning  voice  is  plain, 

And  we  fain  would  heed  it  duly, 
"  He  who  is  not  born  again. 

Heart  and  life  renewing  truly, 
Born  of  water  and  the  Spirit, 
Shall  My  kingdom  ne'er  inherit." 

3  Therefore  hasten  we  to  Thee, 

Take  the  pledge  we  bring,  oh  !  take  it ; 
Let  us  here  Thy  glory  see, 

And  in  tender  pity  make  it 
I^ow  Thy  child,  and  leave  it  never; 
Thine  on  earth  and  Thine  forever. 


BAPTISM     AND    CONFIRMATION.         153 

4  Make  it,   Christ,   Thy  member  now, 

Shepherd,  take  Thy  lamb  and  feed  it, 
Prince  of  Peace,  its  peace  be  Thou, 

Way  of  Life,  to  Heaven,  oh !  lead  it ; 
Yine,  this  branch  may  nothing  sever. 
Be  it  grafif'd  in  Thee  forever. 

5  JSTow  npon  Thy  heart  it  lies, 

What  our  hearts  so  dearly  treasure ; 
Heavenward  lead  our  burden'd  sighs, 

Pour  Thy  blessings  without  measure ; 
Write  the  name  we  now  have  given ; 
Write  it  in  the  book  of  Heaven. 

HYMN  167.  C.  M. 

MY  God  !  the  covenant  of  Thy  love 
Abides  forever  sure  ; 
And  in  its  matchless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  Since  Thou,  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become, 
Jesus  my  Guardian  and  my  Friend, 
And  heaven  my  final  home  : 

3  I  welcome  all  Thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love ; 
And  when  I  know  not  what  Thou  dost, 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

4  Thy  covenant  in  the  darkest  gloom 

Shall  heavenly  rays  impart. 
And  when  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
Sustain  my  fainting  heart. 


154        BAPTISM    AND    CONFIRMATION. 


HYMN  168.  C.  M. 

MY  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day, 
And  make  it  always  Thine, 
That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  stray, 
No  more  from  Thee  decline. 


2  Before  the  cross  of  Him  who  died, 

Behold  I  prostrate  fall ; 

Let  every  sin  be  crucified, 

Let  Christ  be  all  in  all. 

3  Anoint  me  with  Thy  heavenly  grace, 

Adopt  me  for  Thine  own  ; 
That  I  may  see  Thy  glorious  face, 
And  worship  at  Thy  throne  ! 

4  May  the  dear  blood,  once  shed  for  me, 

My  blest  atonement  prove  ; 

That  I  from  first  to  last  may  be 

The  purchase  of  Thy  love  ! 

5  Let  every  thought,  and  work,  and  word, 

To  Thee  be  ever  given ; 
Then  life  shall  be  Thy  service,  Lord, 
And  death  the  gate  of  heaven  ! 


HYMN  169.  C.  M. 

TE  hearts  with  youthful  vigour  warm. 
In  willing  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 


THE   lord's   supper.  155 

2  "  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  My  face, 

Is  sure  My  love  to  gain ; 
And  those  that  early  seek  My  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

3  What  object.  Lord,  my  soul  should  move. 

If  once  compar'd  with  Thee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love. 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 

4  Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys, 

Yain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
'Tis  here  I  seek  my  highest  joys, 
And  here  true  bliss  1  find. 


THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 

HYMN  170.  L.  M. 

jrpWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night,. 
X   When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betray'd  Him  to  His  foes  : 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  bless'd,  and  brake  ; 
What  love  through  all  His  actions  ran  ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  He  spake  I 

3  "  This  is  My  body,  broke  for  sin  ; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ;  " 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  bless'd  the  wine  : 
''This  the  new  covenant  in  My  blood." 


156  THE   lord's   supper. 

4:  Jesus  !  Thy  feast  ^ye  celebrate  ; 

We  show  Thy  death,  we  sing  Thy  name, 
Till  Thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  171.  C.  M. 

O  HEPHERD  of  souls,  refresh  and  bless 
lO  Thy  chosen  pilgrim  flock, 
With  manna  in  the  wilderness, 
With  water  from  the  rock. 


2  Hungry  and  thirsty,  faint  and  weak, 

As  Thou  when  here  below, 
Our  souls  the  joys  celestial  seek 
Which  from  Thy  sorrows  flow. 

3  We  would  not  live  by  bread  alone. 

But  by  that  word  of  grace, 
In  strength  of  which  we  travel  on 
To  our  abiding  place. 

4  Be  known  to  us  in  breaking  bread, 

But  do  not  then  depart, 
Saviour  abide  with  us  and  spread 
Thy  table  in  our  heart. 

5  Lord  sup  with  us  in  love  divine  ; 

Thy  body  and  thy  blood, 
That  living  bread,  that  heavenly  wine, 
Be  our  immortal  food. 


THE  lord's  supper.  15T 


HYMN  172.  C.  M. 


OGOD  unseen,  yet  ever  near, 
Thy  presence  may  we  feel ; 
And  thus  inspir'd  with  holy  fear, 
Before  thine  altar  kneel. 


2  Here  may  Thy  faithful  people  know 

The  blessings  of  Thy  love  ; 
The  streams  that  through  the  desert  flow, 
The  manna  from  above. 

3  We  come,  obedient  to  Thy  word, 

To  feast  on  heavenly  food  ; 
Our  meat  the  Body  of  the  Lord, 
Our  drink  His  precious  Blood. 

4  Thus  may  we  all  Thy  words  obey, 

For  we,  0  God,  are  Thine  ; 
And  go  rejoicing  in  our  way. 
Renew 'd  with  strength  divine. 


HYMN  173.  III.  2. 

BREAD  of  heaven,  on  Thee  I  feed, 
For  Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed. 
Ever  may  my  soul  be  fed. 
With  the  true  and  living  Bread  : 
Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  Him  that  died. 
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158  THE  lord's  supper. 

2  Yiiie  of  heaven,  Thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 
'Tis  thy  wounds  my  healing  give  ; 
To  Thy  cross  I  look  and  live  : 
Rooted,  grounded,  graff'd  in  Thee, 
A  living  branch  0  let  me  be. 

HYMN  174.  P.  M. 

BREAD  of  the  world  in  mercy  broken, 
Wine  of  the  soul  in  mercy  shed, 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead  : 

2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken. 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed, 
And  be  Thy  Feast  to  us,  the  token 
That  by  Thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 

HYMN  175.  L.  M. 

LORD,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine, 
Purchas'd  and  sav'd  by  blood  divine  ; 
With  full  consent  Thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  Thy  sov'reign  right  in  me. 

2  Here,  Lord,  my  flesh,  my  soul,  my  all, 
I  yield  to  Thee  beyond  recall ; 
Accept  Thine  own,  withheld  too  long ; 
Accept  my  heart,  inspire  my  song. 

3  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace  ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransom'd  by  ImmanuePs  blood. 


THE  lord's   suppee.  159 

4  Thine  would  I  live,  and  Thine  would  die, 
Be  Thine  thro'  all  eternity ; 

The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal, 
And  now  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

5  Be  Thou  the  witness  of  my  vow ; 
Angels  and  men  behold  me  now. 
While  to  Thy  table  I  repair. 
And  seal  the  sacred  covenant  there. 

6  Here,  by  that  cross,  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God  ; 
Thee,  my  sole  Master,  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  all. 

7  Do  Thou  assist  a  feeble  worm, 
The  great  engagement  to  perform; 
Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend. 
And  on  that  grace  I  dare  depend. 

HYMN  176.  C.  M. 

FOR  mercies  countless  as  the  sands, 
Which  daily  I  receive 
From  Jesus'  my  Redeemer's  hands. 
My  soul,  what  canst  thou  give  ? 

2  Alas  !  from  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

What  can  I  bring  Him  forth  ? 
My  best  is  stained  and  dyed  with  sin, 
My  all  is  nothing  worth. 

3  Yet  this  acknowledgment  I'll  make 

For  all  He  has  bestow'd ; 
Salvation's  sacred  cup  I'll  take, 
And  call  upon  my  God. 


160  THE    lord's     supper. 

4  The  best  return  for  one  like  me, 
So  wretched  and  so  poor, 
Is  from  His  gifts  to  draw  a  plea, 
,  And  ask  him  still  for  more. 

HYMN  177.  C.  M. 

LORD,  may  the  spirit  of  Thy  feast, 
The  earnest  of  Thy  love. 
Maintain  a  dwelling  in  our  breast, 
Until  we  meet  above. 

2  The  healing  sense  of  pardon'd  sin, 

The  hope  that  never  tires, 
The  strength  a  pilgrim's  race  to  win, 
The  joy  that  heaven  inspires  : 

3  Still  may  their  light  our  duties  trace 

In  lines  of  hallow'd  flame, 
Like  that  upon  the  prophet's  face. 
When  from  the  mount  he  came. 

4  But  if  no  more  with  kindred  dear 

The  broken  bread  we  share, 
Nor  at  the  sacred  board  appear 
To  breathe  the  grateful  prayer ; 

5  Forget  us  not,  when  on  the  bed 

Of  dire  disease  we  waste, 
Or  to  the  chambers  of  the  dead. 
And  bar  of  judgment  haste. 

6  Forget  not,  Thou  that  bar'st  the  woe 

Of  Calvary's  fatal  tree, 
Those  who  within  these  courts  below, 
Have  thus  remember'd  Thee. 


VARIOUS    OCCASIONS.  161 


HYMlSr  178.  C.  M. 

IF  human  kindness  meets  return, 
And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  ; 


2  0,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  Him,  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell ; 
Who  bore  our  guilt  and  woe  ! 

3  While  yet  in  anguish  He  survey'd 

Those  pangs  He  would  not  flee, 
What  love  His  latest  words  displayed  ; 
"  Meet  and  remember  me  ! " 

4  Kemember  Thee,  Thy  death.  Thy  shame 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  I 
O  memory  !  leave  no  other  name 
But  His  recorded  there. 


VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 

ORDINATION     AND     INSTITUTION     OF 
MINISTERS. 

HYMN  179.  C.  M. 

HOW  beautiful  the  feet  that  bring 
The  gladsome  tidings  here  ! 
What  gracious  messengers  e'en  now 
To  our  l)lest  eyes  appear  ! 
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162  VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 

2  Thy  servants  speak  —  Thou  only  canst 

The  hearing  ear  bestow : 
They  smite  the  rock  —  but  thou  alone 
Dost  bid  the  waters  flow. 

3  They  seek  —  but  only  Thou  hast  skill 

To  bring'  lost  wanderers  home  : 
They  call — but  'tis  Thy  love  compels, 
And  then  th'  invited  come. 

4  Lord,  Thou  art  with  them  of  a  truth, 

Lest  we  should  go  astray ; 
The  twelve  bright  banners  go  before 
And  show  us  Canaan's  way. 

5  Bless  we  our  God,  who  grants  us  here 

To  sing  in  Sion's  ways  ! 
Oh  when,  on  heavenly  Sion's  hill, 
When  shall  we  sing  Thy  praise  ? 

HYMN  180.  C.  M. 

LORD,  Thine  appointed  servants  bless. 
That  they  may  faithful  be, 
To  preach  the  truth  in  righteousness, 
And  sinners  win  to  Thee. 

2  Uphold  them  by  Almighty  power. 

Thy  strength  divine  impart, 
And,  in  each  dark  and  trying  hour. 
Cheer  Thou  their  fainting  heart. 

3  In  holy  watchfulness  and  prayer, 

0  keep  them  near  Thy  side  ; 
May  they  with  loving  zeal  declare 
A  Saviour  crucified  I 


VARIOUS    OCCASIONS.  163 

4  Great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep,  draw  near, 
Thy  Spirit  now  be  given  ; 
That  they  who  preach,  and  those  who  hear, 
May  sing  Thy  praise  in  heaven. 


HYMN  181.  C.  M. 

LET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 
And  take  th'  alarm  they  give  ; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 


2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import, 
The  pastor's  care  demands. 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart. 
And  fill'd  a  Saviour's  hands. 


3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego  ; 
For  souls,  which  must  forever  live, 
In  rapture  or  in  woe. 

4  All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 

Th'  account  to  render  there  ; 
And  should'st  Thou  strictly  mark  our  faults. 
Lord,  how  should  we  appear  ? 

5  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach. 

Their  own  Redeemer  see  ; 
And  watch  Thou  daily  o'er  their  souls. 
That  they  may  watch  for  Thee. 


164  VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 


HYMN  182.  L.  M. 

POUR  out  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high ; 
Lord,  Thine  assembled  servants  bless ; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 
And  clothe  Thy  priests  with  righteousness. 

2  Within  Thy  temple,  when  we  stand 

To  teach  the  truth,  as  taught  by  Thee ; 
Saviour,  like  stars  in  Thy  right  hand, 
Let  Thine  anointed  pastors  be. 

3  Wisdom,  and  zeal,  and  faith  impart, 

Firmness  with  meekness,  from  above, 
To  bear  Thy  people  on  our  heart. 

And  love  the  souls  whom  Thou  dost  love : — 

4  To  watch,  and  pray,  and  never  faint, 

By  day  and  night,  strict  guard  to  keep, 
To  warn  the  sinner,  cheer  the  saint, 

!N'ourish  Thy  lambs,  and  feed  Thy  sheep  ; 

5  Then,  when  our  work  is  finish'd  here, 

In  humble  hope  our  charge  resign  ; 

When  the  Chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 

0  God  !  may  they  and  we  be  Thine. 


CONSECRATION     OF    A    CHURCH. 
HYMN  183.  L.  M. 

HERE,  in  Thy  name,  Eternal  God, 
We  build  this  earthly  house  for  Thee  : 
0  make  it  now  Thy  fix'd  abode. 
And  holy  let  Thy  temple  be. 


VARIOUS    OCCASIONS.  165 

2  Here,  when  Thy  people  seek  Thy  face, 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 
Hear  Thou,  in  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  thou  hearest,  Lord,  forgive. 

3  Here,  when  Thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  gospel  of  Thy  Son ; 
Still  by  the  power  of  His  great  name, 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

4  When  children's  voices  raise  the  song, 

Hosanna  to  their  heavenly  King  ; 
Let  heaven,  with  earth,  the  strain  prolong, 
Hosanna,  let  the  angels  sing. 

5  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 

Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 
Here  will  our  great  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 

6  Thy  glory  never  hence  depart : 

Yet  choose  not.  Lord,  this  house  alone  ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  in  every  heart, 
In  every  bosom  fix  Thy  throne. 

HYMN  184.  C.  M. 

p  KEAT  Shepherd  of  Thy  people,  hear ; 
VX  Thy  presence  now  display ; 
As  Thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer, 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  Show  us  the  tokens  of  Thy  love. 
Our  feeble  hope  to  raise ; 
And  pour  Thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 


166  MISSIONS. 

3  Within  these  walls  be  holy  peace ; 

Thy  mercy  here  reveal ; 
Here  give  the  burden'd  soul  release, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal  I 

4  The  hearing  ear,  the  watchful  eye. 

The  contrite  heart  bestow; 

And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 

To  make  our  graces  grow. 

6  May  we  in  faith  receive  Thy  word, 
In  faith  address  our  prayers ; 
And  in  the  presence  of  the  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

6  Here  may  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
Enforc'd  by  grace  divine, 
Awaken  many  sinners  round. 
And  bend  their  wills  to  Thine. 


MISSIONS. 

HYMN  185.  P.  M. 

SEND  out  Thy  light  and  truth,  0  God  I 
With  sound  of  trumpet  from  above ; 
Break  not  the  nations  with  Thy  rod, 
But  draw  them  as  with  cords  of  love  ; 
Justice  and  mercy  meet ; 

The  work  is  well  begun, 
Through  every  clime  their  feet, 
Who  bring  glad  tidings,  run  ; 
Tn  earth,  as  heaven,  Thy  will  be  done. 


MISSIONS.  167 

2  Before  Thee  every  idol  fall, 

Rend  the  false  prophet's  veil  of  lies ; 
The  fulness  of  the  Gentiles  call, 
Be  Israel  sav'd,  let  Jacob  rise  : 
Thy  Kingdom  come  indeed, 

Thy  church  with  union  bless, 
All  scripture  be  her  creed. 

And  every  tongue  confess 

One  Lord, — the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

3  Now  for  the  travail  of  His  soul, 

Messiah's  peaceful  reign  advance  ; 
From  sea  to  sea,  from  pole  to  pole. 

He  claims  His  pledg'd  inheritance  : 

0  Thou  most  mighty  !  gird 
Thy  sword  upon  Thy  thigh, — 

That  two-edg'd  sword — Thy  word, 
By  which  Thy  foes  shall  die. 
Then  be  new-born  beneath  Thine  eye. 

4  So  perish  all  Thine  enemies. 

Their  enmity  alone  be  slain ; 
Them,  in  the  arms  of  mercy  seize, 

Breathe,  and  their  souls  shall  come  again : 

So  may  Thy  friends  at  length. 
Oft  smitten,  oft  laid  low. 

Forth,  like  the  sun  in  strength, 
Conquering,  to  conquer  go, 
Till  to  Thy  throne  all  nations  flow. 

HYMN  186.  L.  M. 

ARM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  ! 
Put  on  thy  strength  !  the  nations  shake  I 
And  let  the  world  adoring  see, 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  Thee. 


168  MISSIONS. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen  from  Thy  throne, 
I  am  Jehovah  —  God  alone  ! 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  Almighty  God  !  Thy  grace  proclaim. 
In  every  land,  of  every  name  ; 

Let  Zion's  time  of  favor  come ; 

Oh  !  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home. 

4  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  I 

Put  on  Thy  strength  !  the  nations  shake  ! 
Let  hostile  powers  before  Thee  fall. 
And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  all. 


HYMX  187.  P.  M. 

THOU,  whose  Almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 
And  took  their  flight ! 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray ; 
And  where  the  gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 
Let  there  be  light ! 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  Thy  redeeming  wing 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind. 
Sight  to  the  spirit-blind, 
Oh,  now  to  all  mankind 

Let  there  be  light ! 


MISSIONS.  169 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-Q^iving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  Thy  flight! 
Move  on  the  water's  face, 
Spreading  the  beams  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

Let  there  be  light ! 

4  Blessed  and  Holy  Three, 
Glorious  Trinity, 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ! 
Wherever  souls  abide. 
Boundless  as  ocean  wide. 
Rolling  its  fullest  tide. 

Let  there  be  light! 

HYMN  188.  C.  M. 

FATHER  of  all,  from  whom  we  trace 
Our  universal  kind. 
Teach  us  to  all  of  human  race 
To  show  a  brother's  mind. 

2  Saviour  of  men  !  'twas  Thine  the  pain 

Of  death  for  all  to  bear ; 
In  concord  all  thy  followers  train, 
One  hallowed  name  to  share. 

3  0  Spirit !  who  the  chosen  fold 

Dost  wash  with  heav'nly  dew, 
Grant  Thou,  that  all  the  truth  who  hold 
May  peace  with  all  pursue. 

4  0  let  mankind  in  love  agree. 

Sons  of  one  parent  stock ! 
But,  chief,  may  Christian  verity 
Unite  the  Christian  flock. 
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1*10  MISSIONS. 

5  May  truth  to  all  that  hear  its  sound 
A  bond  of  union  prove, 
And  fellowship  of  faith  be  crown'd 
With  fellowship  of  love. 


HYMX  189.  C.  M. 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  from  the  dnst, 
Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
Ap:ain  in  thy  Redeemer  trust, 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 


2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length. 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge. 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth ; 
Say  to  the  South,  ''  Give  up  thy  charge,'' 
And  "keep  not  back,  0  North!" 


4  They  come,  they  come  ;  thine  exiled  bands, 
Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 


5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn. 
And  God  his  works  destroy, 
With  songs  the  ransom'd  shall  return. 
And  everlasting  joy. 


MISSIONS.  Ill 


HYMN  190.  III.  5. 

O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze  I 
See  the  promises  advancing 
To  a  glorious  day  of  grace ; 

Morn  of  gladness  ! 
Let  thy  glorious  dawn  appear. 

2  Let  the  dark  benighted  pagan, 

Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 
Once  obtained  on  Calvary ; 

Let  the  Gospel 
Loud  resound,  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them.  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
Now,  from  eastern  coast  to  western. 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night; 

Let  Kedemption 
Freely  purchased  rule  the  day. 

4  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel, 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  : 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase  : 

Sway  Thy-  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 

HYMN  191.  S.  M. 

LORD  of  the  harvest,  hear 
Thy  needy  servants'  cry ; 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 


It2  MISSIONS. 

2  On  Thee  ^Ye  humbly  wait, 

Our  wants  are  in  Thy  view ; 
The  harvest,  Lord,  is  truly  great, 
The  labourers  are  few. 

3  Anoint  and  send  forth  more 

Into  Thy  Church  abroad, 
Thy  Spirit  on  their  spirits  pour. 
And  make  them  strong  for  God. 

4  0  let  them  spread  Thy  name, 

Their  mission  fully  prove ; 

Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, 

Thine  all-redeeming  love. 


HYMN  192.  C.  M. 

WORKMAN  of  God  !  0  lose  not  heart, 
But  learn  what  God  is  like  ; 
And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 

2  0  bless'd  is  he  to  whom  is  given 

The  instinct  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  He 
Is  most  invisible  ! 

3  And  bless'd  is  he  who  can  divine 

Where  real  right  doth  he, 
And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 
Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye  ! 

4  0  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men  ! 

0  learn  to  lose  with  God  ! 
For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame, 
And  beckons  thee  His  road. 


MISSIONS.  1T3 

5  For  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God, 
And  right  the  day  must  win ; 
To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 
To  falter  would  be  sin. 

HYMN  193.  L.  M. 

YE  Christian  heroes,  go  proclaim 
Salvation  through  Immanuel's  name ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  Rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire  ; 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hush  the  tempest  into  peace. 

3  And  when  your  labours  all  are  o'er 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
Meet,  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  Messiah  Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  194.  L.  M. 

Ezekiel  XLvn.  8,  9. 

aREAT  Source  of  being  and  of  love, 
Thou  waterest  all  the  worlds  above, 
And  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
From  Thine  exhaustless  fountain  flow. 

2  A  sacred  spring,  at  Thy  command. 
From  Zion's  mount,  in  Canaan's  land. 
Beside  Thy  temple,  cleaves  the  ground. 
And  pours  its  limpid  stream  around. 
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114  PARISH   AND   SUNDAY   SCHOOLS. 

3  The  limpid  stream,  with  sudden  force 
Swells  to  a  river  in  its  course  ; 
Through  desert  realms  its  windings  play, 
And  scatter  blessings  all  the  wa3^ 

4  Close  by  its  banks,  in  order  fair, 
The  blooming  trees  of  life  appear  ; 
Their  blossoms  fragrant  odours  give, 
And  on  their  fruit  the  nations  live. 

5  To  the  dead  sea  the  waters  flow, 
And  carry  healing  as  they  go  ; 

Its  poisonous  woes  their  power  confess. 
And  all  its  shores  the  fountain  bless. 

6  Flow,  wondrous  stream,  with  glory  crown'd, 
Flow  on  to  earth's  remotest  bound ; 

And  bear  us  on  thy  gentle  wave 
To  Him  who  all  thy  virtues  gave. 


PARISH    AND    SUNDAY 
SCHOOLS. 

HYMN  195.  lY.  1. 

OCOME,  let  us  raise 
Our  tribute  of  song ; 
Thanksgiving  and  praise 

To  Jesus  belong ; 
He  came  from  above 
Our  bliss  to  begin. 
Make  perfect  in  love. 
And  free  us  from  sin. 


PARISH    AND    SUNDAY   SCHOOLS.  1T5 

2  The  old  and  the  young, 

His  people  by  choice, 
With  heart,  soul,  and  tongue, 

In  Him  may  rejoice ; 
We  meet  Him  to-day 

Triumphantly  crown'd, 
And  welcome  His  way, 

In  chorus  around. 

3  Hosanna  !  — that  word 

To  children  is  dear; 
To  Jesus  our  Lord, 

We'll  echo  it  here; 
Let  worldlings  despise, 

And  enemies  rail, 
Hosannas  shall  rise, 

Hosannas  prevail. 

4  God's  temple  shall  ring, 

While  under  His  eye, 
Hosanna  we  sing, 

For  Jesus  draws  nigh : 
Hosanna  I  our  breath 

Through  life  shall  proclaim ; 
Hosanna !  in  death, 

In  glory,  the  same ! 


HYM^  196.  II.  6. 

WHEX  His  salvation  bringing 
To  Zion  Jesus  came. 
The  children  all  stood  singing 
Hosanna  to  His  name ; 


176  PARISH   AND    SUNDAY    SCHOOLS, 

K'or  did  their  zeal  offend  Him, 

But  as  He  went  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  Him, 

And  smil'd  to  hear  their  song. 
Hosanna  to  Jesus  they  sang. 


And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 

His  love  to  children  still, 
Though  now  as  King  He  reigneth 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill; 
We'll  flock  around  His  banner 

Who  sits  upon  His  throne, 
And  cry  aloud  Hosanna 

To  David's  royal  Son  : 

Hosanna  to  Jesus  we'll  sing. 


For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  stones  our  silence  shaming 

Would  their  Hosannas  raise. 
But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words  ? 
No ;  while  our  hearts  are  tender, 

They  too  shall  be  the  Lord's. 
Hosanna  to  Jesus  our  Kins*- 


HYMX  197.  III.  3. 

WHAT  a  strange  and  wondrous  story, 
From  the  Book  of  God  is  read  — 
How  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory 
Had  not  where  to  lay  His  head. 


PARISH   AND   SUNDAY   SCHOOLS.  ITT 

2  How  He  left  His  throne  in  heaven, 

Here  to  suffer,  bleed,  and  die. 
That  my  soul  might  be  forgiven, 
And  ascend  to  God  on  high. 

3  Father  !  let  Thy  Holy  Spirit 

Still  reveal  a  Saviour's  love. 
And  prepare  me  to  inherit 
Glory  where  He  reigns  above ; 

4  There,  with  saints  and  angels  dwelling, 

May  I  that  great  love  proclaim. 
And  with  them  be  ever  telling. 
All  the  wonders  of  His  name. 


HYMN  198.  C.  M. 

BLEST  be  the  wisdom  and  the  power, 
The  justice  and  the  grace, 
That  joined  in  counsel  to  restore, 
And  save  our  ruined  race. 

2  Blest  be  the  Lord  that  sent  His  Son 

To  take  our  flesh  and  blood  ; 

He  for  our  lives  gave  up  His  own, 

To  make  our  peace  with  God. 

3  He  honour'd  all  His  Father's  laws. 

Which  we  have  disobey'd ; 

He  bore  our  sins  upon  the  cross. 

And  our  full  ransom  paid. 

4  Behold  Him  rising  from  the  grave. 

Behold  Him  raised  on  high  : 
He  pleads  His  merits  there  to  save 
Transgressors  doom'd  to  die. 

M 


1T8         PARISH   AND    SUNDAY   SCHOOLS. 

HYMN  199.  L.  M. 

OLORD,  behold  before  Thy  throne 
A  band  of  children  lowly  bend  ; 
Thy  face  we  seek,  Thy  name  we  own, 
And  pray  that  Thou  wilt  be  our  friend. 

2  Thou  didst  on  earth  the  young  receive, 

And  gently  fold  them  to  Thy  breast, 
And  say  that  such  in  heaven  should  live, 
For  ever  safe,  for  ever  blest. 

3  Thy  Holy  Spirit's  aid  impart, 

That  He  may  teach  us  how  to  pray  ; 
Make  us  sincere,  and  let  each  heart 
Delight  to  tread  in  wisdom's  way. 

4  Oh,  let  Thy  grace  our  souls  renew, 

And  seal  a  sense  of  pardon  there  ; 
Teach  us  Thy  will  to  know  and  do, 
And  let  us  all  Thine  image  bear. 

HYMN  200. 

IN  the  vineyard  of  our  Father, 
Daily  work  we  find  to  do  ; 
Scatter'd  gleanings  we  may  gather. 
Though  we  are  but  young  and  few ; 

Little  clusters 
Help  to  fill  the  garners,  too. 

2  Toiling  early  in  the  morning, 

Catching  moments  through  the  day. 
Nothing  small  or  lowly  scorning 

While  we  work,  and  watch,  and  pray ; 

Gathering  gladly 
Free-will  offerings  by  the  way. 


PARISH    AND    SUNDAY    SCHOOLS.  119 

3  Not  for  selfish  praise  or  glory, 

Not  for  objects  nothing  worth, 
But  to  send  the  blessed  story 
Of  the  Gospel,  o'er  the  earth, 

Telling  mortals 
Of  our  Lord  and  Saviour's  birth. 

4  Up  and  ever  at  our  calling, 

Till  in  death  our  lips  are  dumb, 
Or  till  —  sin's  dominion  falling  — 
Christ  shall  in  His  kingdom  come, 

And  his  children 
Reach  their  everlasting  home. 

5  Steadfast  then  in  our  endeavor 

Heavenly  Father,  may  we  be  ; 
And  forever,  and  forever. 

We  will  give  the  praise  to  Thee  ; 

Hallelujah 
Singing,  all  eternity. 

HYMN  201.  III.  2. 

WORDS  are  things  of  little  cost, 
Quickly  spoken,  quickly  lost ; 
"We  forget  them,  but  they  stand 
Witnesses  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  their  testimony  bear 
For  us,  or  against  us  there. 

2  Oh,  how  often  ours  have  been 
Idle  words  and  words  of  sin  I 
Words  of  anger,  scorn,  or  pride, 
Or  deceit,  our  faults  to  hide. 
Envious  tales,  or  strife  unkind, 
Leaving  bitter  thoughts  behind. 


180  PARISH    AND    SUNDAY    SCHOOLS. 

3  Grant  us,  Lord,  from  day  to  day. 
Strength  to  watch,  and  grace  to  pray  : 
May  our  lips,  from  sm  kept  free. 
Love  to  speak  and  sing  of  Thee ; 
Till  in  heaven  we  learn  to  raise 
Hymns  of  everlasting  praise. 

HYMX  202.  S.  M. 

BEWARE  of  Peter's  word, 
Nor  confidently  say, 
"  I  never  will  deny  the  Lord," 
But,  "Grant  I  never  may." 

2  Our  wisdom  is  to  seek 

Our  strength  in  God  alone, 
For  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak, 
Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

3  Retreat  beneath  His  wings, 

And  in  His  grace  confide ; 
This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kings 
Than  all  His  works  beside. 

4  In  Jesus  is  our  store  ; 

Grace  issues  from  His  throne  ; 
Whoever  says,  "  I  want  no  more," 
Confesses  he  has  none. 


HYMN  203.     .  S.  M. 

WHAT  is  there,  Lord,  a  child  can  do 
Who  feels  with  guilt  oppress'd  ? 
There's  evil  that  I  never  knew 
Before,  within  my  breast. 


INFANT    SCHOOLS.  181 

2  My  thoughts  are  vain,  ray  heart  is  hard, 

My  temper  apt  to  rise  ; 
And  when  I  seem  upon  my  guard 
It  takes  me  by  surprise. 

3  And  yet,  if  I  begin  to  pray. 

And  lift  my  feeble  cry, 
Some  thoughts  of  folly,  or  of  play. 
Prevent  me  when  I  try. 

4  How  often  in  thy  Church  I've  heard 

Of  Jesus  and  of  heaven, 
Yet  scarcely  listen'd  to  Thy  Word, 
Or  pray'd  to  be  forgiven. 

5  Oh  I  look  with  pity  in  Thine  eye 

Upon  a  heart  so  hard ; 
Thou  wilt  not  slight  a  feeble  cry. 
Or  show  it  no  regard. 


INFANT     SCHOOLS. 
HYMN  204.  P.  M. 

AKOTJND  the  throne  of  God  in  Heaven 
Thousands  of  children  stand. 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

A  holy,  happy  band, 
Singing  —  Glory  I  glory  !  glory  I 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white, 
See  every  one  arrayed, 
Dwelling  in  everlasting  light. 
And  joys  that  cannot  fade. 
Singing  —  Glory  !  glory  !  glory  ! 
Glorv  be  to  God  on  high. 
16 


182  INFANT   SCHOOLS. 

3  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 

Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love. 

How  came  those  children  there  ? 
Singing  —  Glory  I  glory!  glory  I 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 


Because  the  Saviour  shed  His  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin, 
Bath'd  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood 

Behold  them  white  and  clean. 
Singing  —  Glory!  glory!  glory! 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 


On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 
On  earth  they  lov'd  His  name  ; 

So  now  they  see  Him  face  to  face. 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb. 

Singing  —  Glory!  glory!  glory 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 


HYMN  205.  P.  M. 

THERE  is  a  happy  land,  far,  far  away. 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand,  bright,  bright 

as  day. 
O,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 
Praise,  praise  for  aye. 


INFANT    SCHOOLS.  183 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land,  come,  come  away ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand,  why  still  delay  ? 

0,  we  shall  happy  be. 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free  ! 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  Thee, 
Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

3  Bright,  in  that  happy  land,  beams  ev'ry  eye; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand,  love  cannot  die. 

0,  then  to  glory  run  ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won ; 
And  bright,  above  the  sun, 
We  reign  for  aye. 


HYMN  206.  III.  1. 

LITTLE  travellers  Zionward, 
Each  one  entering  into  rest, 
In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest. 
There,  to  welcome,  Jesus  waits. 

Gives  the  crowns  His  followers  win- 
Lift  your  heads  ye  golden  gates  ! 
Let  the  little  travellers  in. 


2  Who  are  they  whose  little  feet. 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through. 
Now  have  reach'd  that  heavenly  seat, 

They  had  ever  kept  in  view  ? 
"  I,  from  Greenland's  frozen  land  ;  " 

"  I,  from  India's  sultry  plain  ;  " 
"I,  from  Afric's  burning  sand  ;  " 

"I,  from  islands  of  the  main." 


184  INFANT    SCHOOLS. 

3  "All  our  earthly  journey  past, 

Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 
Here  together  met  at  last, 

At  the  portal  of  the  sky  ! " 
Each  the  welcome  "  Come"  awaits, 

*'  Conqueror  over  death  and  sin  !  '■ 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates. 

Let  the  little  travellers  in  I 


HYMN  207.  IV.  3. 

I  THINK  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 
When  Jesus  was  here  among  men. 
How  He  calPd  little  children  as  lambs  to  His  fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 


I  wish  that  His  hands  had  been  plac'd  on  my  head, 
That  His  arm  had  been  thrown  around  me, 

And  that  I  might  have  seen  His  kind  look  when 
He  said, 
"Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  Me." 


3  Yet  still  to  His  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 
And  ask  for  a  share  in  His  love  ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  Him  below, 
I  shall  see  Him  and  hear  Him  above  : 


4  In  that  beautiful  place  He  is  gone  to  prepare 
For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven  ; 
Full  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 
"For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 


CHARITABLE     OCCASIONS.  185 

5  But  thousands  and  thousands  \Yho  wander  and 
fall, 
Never  heard  of  that  heavenly  home  ; 
I   wish   they   could   know   there   is   room    for 
them  all, 
And  that  Jesus  has  bid  them  to  come. 


6  And  oh,  how  I  long  for  that  glorious  time, 
The  sweetest  and  brightest  and  best. 
When  the  dear  little  children  of  every  clime, 
Shall  crowd  to  His  arms  and  be  blest ! 


CHARITABLE    OCCASIONS. 

HYMiS^  208.  S.  M. 

SOW  in  the  morn  thy  seed ; 
At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand  ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed. 
Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land. 

2  Thou  know'st  not  which  shall  thrive. 

The  late  or  early  sown ; 
Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 
When  and  wherever  strown : 

3  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 
16  * 


186  CHARITABLE    OCCASIONS. 

4  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain; 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 


HYMN  209.  C.  M. 

JESUS,  My  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace  I 
Thy  bounties  how  complete  ! 
How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum  ? 
How  pay  a  tribute  meet  ? 


2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 
Exalted  Thou  dost  shine ; 
What  can  my  poverty  bestow, 
When  all  the  worlds  are  Thine  ? 


3  But  Thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  Thy  grace  ; 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  name, 
Before  Thy  Father's  face. 

4  In  them  Thou  may'st  be  clothed  and  fed, 

And  visited  with  cheer ; 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress, 
My  Saviour's  voice  I  hear. 

5  Thy  face,  with  reverence  and  with  love, 

I  in  Thy  poor  would  see; 
0  let  me  rather  beg  my  bread. 
Than  keep  it  back  from  Thee. 


CHARITABLE    OCCASIONS.  181 


HYMN  210.  L.  M. 

WHEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
AVhat  were  his  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race  ? 

2  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  Thy  steps  pursue  ; 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

3  That  man  may  breathe,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives  ; 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank, 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank  ! 

4  But  he  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
By  works  of  love,  his  radiant  way. 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 


HYMN  211.  C.  M. 

LORD,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went. 
By  lane  and  cell  obscure. 
And  let  love's  treasures  still  be  spent. 

Like  His,  upon  the  poor: 
Like  Him  through  scenes  of  deep  distress, 

Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
We,  in  their  crowded  loneliness. 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 


188  AT     SEA. 

2  For  Thou  hast  plac'd  us  side  by  side, 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill, 
And,  that  Thy  followers  may  be  tried, 

The  poor  are  with  us  still. 
Mean  are  all  offerings  we  can  make. 

But  Thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord  I 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 

They  lose  not  their  reward. 


AT   SEA 


HYMN  212.  III.  1. 

LORD,  go  with  us,  and  we  go 
Safely  through  the  weariest  length, 
Travelling,  if  Thou  will'st  it  so. 
In  the  greatness  of  Thy  strength. 


Through  the  day  and  through  the  dark, 

Over  land  and  over  sea. 
Speed  the  wheel,  and  steer  the  bark. 

Bring  us  where  we  fain  would  be. 


HYMN  213.  S.  M. 

OTHOU  who  didst  prepare 
The  ocean's  sounding  deep, 
And  bid  the  gath'ring  waters  there 
In  mighty  concourse  sweep : 


AT    SEA.  189 

2  Toss'd  in  our  reeling  bark 
On  this  tumultuous  sea, 
Thy  wondrous  ways,  0  Lord,  we  mark, 
And  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee. 


3  Borne  on  the  stormy  wave, 
In  measured  sweep  we  go, 
Nor  dread  th'  unfathomable  grave 
That  ever  yawns  below. 


4  Jesus  is  nigh  who  trod 

Of  old  that  foaming  spray, 
Whose  billows  own'd  th'  Incarnate  God, 
And  died  in  calm  away. 


5  Though  swells  the  threatening  tide 
Mounting  to  heaven  above. 
We  know  in  whom  our  souls  confide, 
And  fearless  trust  His  love. 


6  Snatch'd  from  a  darker  deep. 
And  waves  of  wilder  foam. 
Thou,  Lord,  our  trusting  souls  shalt  keep 
And  waft  them  safely  home ; 


T  Home  where  no  tempests  sound. 
Nor  angry  waters  roar, 
Nor  troublous  billows  heave  around 
Th'  eternal,  peaceful  shore. 


190  AT    SEA. 


HYMN  214.  III.  5. 

aOD  the  Lord  a  King  remaineth, 
Robed  in  His  own  glorious  light ; 
God  hath  robed  Him,  and  He  reigneth ; 
He  hath  girded  Him  with  might : 

Hallelujah ! 
God  is  King  in  depth  and  height. 


Lord  I  the  water-floods  have  lifted, 
Ocean-floods  have  raised  their  roar, 

Now  they  pause  where  they  have  drifted, 
Now  they  burst  upon  the  shore  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
From  the  ocean's  sounding  store. 


With  all  tones  of  waters  blending 
Glorious  is  the  breaking  deep  ; 

Glorious,  beauteous  without  ending, 
God  who  reigns  on  heaven's  high  steep. 

Hallelujah ! 
Songs  of  ocean  never  sleep. 


Lord  !  the  words  Thy  lips  are  telling 

Are  the  perfect  verity ; 
Of  Thine  high,  eternal  dwelling 

Holiness  shall  inmate  be  : 
Hallelujah ! 

Pure  is  all  that  lives  with  Thee. 


FUNERALS.  191 

FUNEKALS. 

HYMN  215.  L.  M. 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep  ! 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus,  oh  I  how  sweet, 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  hath  lost  its  painful  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus,  oh  !  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be ; 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie. 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be ; 
But  there  is  still  a  blessed  sleep. 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

HYMN  216.  G.  M. 

NOT  for  the  pious  dead  we  weep ; 
Their  sorrows  now  are  o'er ; 
The  sea  is  calm,  the  tempest  past, 
On  that  eternal  shore. 


192  FUNERALS. 

2  Their  peace  is  sealed,  their  rest  is  sure, 

Within  that  better  home  ; 
Awhile  we  weep  and  linger  here, 
Then  follow  to  the  tomb. 

3  And  though  no  visioned  dream  of  bliss. 

Nor  trance  of  rapture  show 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  from  human  woe  ; 

4  Jesus  !  our  shadowy  path  illume, 

And  teach  the  chastened  mind 
To  welcome  all  that's  left  of  good. 
To  all  that's  lost  resigned. 

HYMJSr  217.  S.  M. 

Q ERYANT  of  God,  well  done  I 
O  Thy  glorious  warfare's  past ; 
The  battle's  fought,  the  race  is  won, 
And  thou  art  crowned  at  last. 

2  In  condescending  love. 

Thy  ceaseless  prayer  He  heard  ; 
And  bade  thee  suddenly  remove 
To  thy  complete  reward. 

3  With  saints  enthroned  on  high, 

Thou  dost  thy  Lord  proclaim, 
And  still  to  God  salvation  cry  — 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ! 

4  0  happy,  happy  soul ! 

Henceforth,  whate'er  thy  place, 
Long  as  eternal  ages  roll, 
To  see  thy  Saviour's  face. 


FUNERALS.  193 


5  Redeemed  from  earth  and  pain, 
Ah  !  wjien  shall  we  ascend, 
And  all  in  Jesus'  presence  reign 
With  our  translated  friend  ? 


HYMN  218.  III.  1. 

THERE  in  peace  his  dust  is  laid, 
Jesus  watches  o'er  his  bed ; 
There  in  certain  hope  to  lie 
Till  the  trumpet  shakes  the  sky. 


2  Once  more  safe  ;  the  race  is  run  I 
Bright  and  brighter  was  the  sun, 
Till  the  shining  noon-day  glowed 
O'er  the  pilgrim's  heavenward  road. 


3  Yet  a  few  more  changing  days. 
Winter's  cold,  and  sun's  bright  rays  ; 
Yet  a  few  more  flowers  to  dress 
Earth's  prolific  wilderness ! 


4  Then  from  the  believer's  tomb 

Light  of  heaven  shall  chase  the  gloom, 
While  the  charnel-house  shall  shake  ; 
First  the  dead  in  Christ  shall  wake. 


5  Glorious  hour  !  though  sons  of  men 
Know  not  how  and  know  not  when. 
Lord  !  'tis  thine  to  choose  the  day, 
Ours  to  wait,  and  watch,  and  pray. 

11  N 


194  FUNERALS. 

HYMX  219.  P.  M. 

THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrow  and  darkness  encompass  the 
tomb  ; 
The  Saviour  hath  pass'd  through  its  portals  be- 
fore thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  His  love  is  thy  guide  through 
the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  we  no  longer  be- 

hold thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by 
thy  side  ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold 
thee, 
And  sinners   may  die,   for   the   Sinless  hath 
died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  and,  its  mansion 

forsaking, 
What  though  thy  weak  spirit  in  fear  linger'd 

long  : 
The  sunshine  of  Paradise  beam'd  on  thy  waking, 
And  the  sound  which  thou  heard'st  was  the 

seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  but  we  will  not 

deplore  thee. 
For  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guardian,  and 

Guide  : 
He  gave  thee.  He  took  thee,  and  He  will  restore 

thee ; 
And  death  hath  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour  hath 

died. 


FUNERALS.  195 

HYMN  220.  III.  1. 

^^  nplRIT,  leave  thy  house  of  clay ; 
O  Lingering  dust,  resign  thy  breath; 
Spirit,  cast  thy  chains  away  ; 

Dust,  be  thou  dissolv'd  in  death  !  " 
Thus  the  mighty  Saviour  speaks. 

While  the  faithful  Christian  dies ; 
Thus  the  bonds  of  life  he  breaks, 

And  the  ransom'd  captive  flies. 

2  "  Prisoner,  long  detain'd  below, 

Prisoner,  now  with  freedom  blest, 
Welcome  from  a  world  of  woe ; 

Welcome  to  a  land  of  rest : " 
Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sing, 

As  they  bear  the  soul  on  high. 
While  with  hallelujahs  ring 

All  the  regions  of  the  sky. 

3  Grave  !  the  guardian  of  our  dust. 

Grave  !  the  garner  of  the  skies, 
Every  relic  in  thy  trust 

Rests  in  hope  again  to  rise  ! 
Hark  !  the  judgment  trumpet  calls  — 

"  Soul,  rebuild  thy  house  of  clay  ; 
Immortality  thy  walls, 

And  eternity  thy  day." 

hym:n^        '  221.  S.  M. 

THE  voice  at  midnight  came  ; 
He  started  up  to  hear ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierc'd  his  frame. 
He  fell,  but  felt  no  fear. 


196  INVITATION. 

2  Tranquil  amid  alarms, 

It  found  him  on  the  field, 
A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms, 
Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 


3  At  midnight  came  the  cry, 

''  To  meet  thy  God  prepare  I  " 
He  woke  —  and  caught  his  Captain's  eye, 
Then  strong  in  faith  and  prayer, 

4  His  spirit  with  a  bound. 

Left  its  encumbering  clay ; 
His  tent,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground, 
A  darkened  ruin  lay. 

5  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 

Labour  and  sorrow  cease  ; 
And  life's  long  warfare  clos'd  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 


INVITATION. 
HYMN  222.  IIL  5. 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you. 
And  His  heart  with  love  runs  o'er  ; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing :  doubt  uo  more. 


INVITATION.  191 

2  Come,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome ; 

God's  free  bonnty  glorify ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger ; 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream : 
All  the  fitness  He  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him : 

This  He  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall. 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better. 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Not  the  righteous. 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden. 

Your  Redeemer  prostrate  lies ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  Him  ! 
Hear  Him  cry,  before  He  dies, 

It  is  finish'd  ! 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 

6  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God  ascending 

Pleads  the  merit  of  His  blood ; 
Venture  on  Him  —  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 
17* 


198  INVITATION. 

1  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 
While  the  blissful  courts  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  His  name ; 

Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

HYMN  223.  III.  5. 

COME,  ye  souls,  by  sin  afflicted, 
Bow'd  with  fruitless  sorrow  down ; 
By  the  perfect  law  convicted, 

Through  the  cross  behold  the  crown ! 
Look  to  Jesus, 
Mercy  flows  from  Him  alone. 

2  Take  His  easy  yoke,  and  wear  it. 

Love  will  make  obedience  sweet ; 
Christ  will  give  you  strength  to  bear  it. 

While  His  wisdom  guides  your  feet 
Safe  to  glory, 
Where  His  ransom 'd  captives  meet. 

3  Sweet  as  home  to  pilgrims  weary, 

Light  to  newly  opened  eyes. 
Or  full  springs  in  deserts  dreary. 

Is  the  rest  the  cross  supplies : 
All  who  taste  it 
Shall  to  joys  immortal  rise. 

HYMN  224.  C.  M. 

LO  !  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 
He  calls,  He  bids  you  come  : 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms, 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 


INVITATION.  199 

2  0  come,  and  with  His  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  His  love  ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

3  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 

4  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  : 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore ; 
Oh !  come,  there  yet  is  room. 

HYMN  225.  L.  M. 

BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door  ! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before, 
Has  waited  long  —  is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  0  lovely  Visitor  !     He  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  bleeding  hands  : 
O  matchless  kindness,  for  He  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes ! 

3  But  will  He  prove  my  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ;  the  very  friend  you  need  ; 
The  Friend  of  sinners  —  yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine  ; 
Turn  out  His  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 


200  INVITATION, 


HYMN  226.  II.  6. 

COME  unto  Christ,  ye  weary, 
And  He  will  give  you  rest; 
Like  the  belov'd  disciple, 

Come,  lean  upon  His  breast ; 

There,  free  from  every  sorrow. 

Come,  and  forget  your  care  ; 

For  sin  shall  ne'er  overcome  you, 

Nor  grief  oppress  you  there. 

2  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  spoken, 

Your  great,  unchanging  Friend, 
"Whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken, 

Whose  love  shall  never  end  ; 
Whoe'er  my  word  receiving. 

Comes,  without  fear  or  doubt, 
Repenting  and  believing, 

"  I  will  not  cast  him  out  !'^ 

3  Say  not,  ye  are  too  evil 

So  great  a  boon  to  crave ; 
'Twas  sinners,  not  the  righteous, 

He  stooped  from  heaven  to  save ; 
Then  come,  ye  heavy-laden  I 

From  all  your  sorrows  cease ; 
Come,  rest  upon  His  promise. 

Believe,  and  be  at  peace. 

HYMN  227.  P.  M. 

STRIVE,  for  the  way  is  strait 
In  which  the  Saviour  trod, 
And  narrow  is  the  gate 
That  leadeth  up  to  God. 


INVITATION.  201 

Cut  off  th'  offendinp^  hand, 

Pluck  out  th'  offending  eje  ; 
Turn  ye  at  God's  command : 

Sinners,  why  will  ye  die  ? 

2  Strive,  for  there  are  but  few 

Who  find  the  living  way, 
And  why,  alas  I  will  you 

Still  blindly  go  astray  ? 
0,  shun  the  crowded  gate, 

Though  wide  it  seem  and  fair, 
'Twill  bring  you,  soon  or  late, 

To  anguish  and  despair. 

3  Strive,  ere  life's  setting  sun 

Shall  sink  in  thickest  gloom  : 
Strive,  night  is  coming  on, 

Ye  hasten  to  the  tomb. 
Ask,  mercy  shall  be  given ; 

Seek,  as  for  hidden  gold ; 
Knock,  and  the  Lord  of  heaven 

The  gates  will  wide  unfold. 

HYMN  228.  C.  M. 

COME,  sinner,  to  the  gospel  feast ; 
0,  come  without  delay  ; 
For  there  is  room  in  Jesus'  breast 
For  all  who  will  obey. 

2  There's  room  in  God's  eternal  love 
To  save  thy  precious  soul ; 
Room  in  the  Spirit's  grace  above 
To  heal  and  make  thee  whole. 


)2  INVITATION. 

3  There's  room  within  the  church  below 

For  that  dear  soul  of  thine ; 
Room  'mid  the  white-robed  throng  that  know 
The  depths  of  love  divine  ! 

4  There's  room  in  heaven  with  those  that  bear 

Bright  harps  and  crowns  of  gold ; 
And  glorious  palms  of  victory  there, 
And  joys  that  ne'er  were  told. 

5  There's  room  around  thy  Father's  board 

For  thee  and  thousands  more  ; 
0,  come  and  welcome  to  the  Lord ; 
Believe  —  obey  —  adore  ! 

HYMN  229.  P.  M. 

WE'RE  travelling  home  to  heaven  above, 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love ; 
Millions  have  reached  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road : 
Will  you  go  ? 

2  We  haste  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

In  rapturous  strain  to  praise  His  name  ; 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share : 
Will  you  go  ? 

3  We  go  to  join  the  heavenly  choir, 
To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre ; 
There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing 
Hosanna  to  their  God  and  King, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring : 

Will  you  go  ? 


^       INVITATION.  203 

Ye  weary,  heavy-laden,  come, 
In  the  blest  house  there  still  is  room ; 
The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive, 
If  thou  wilt  on  Him  now  believe, 
He  will  thy  troubled  soul  relieve : 
Will  you  go  ? 


HYM]^  230.  III.  3. 


M' 


Thus  blind  Bartimeus  prayed  ; 
"  Others  by  Thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  afford  Thine  aid." 

2  None  to  Jesus'  feet  would  aid  him, 

But  he  call'd  the  louder  still ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bade  him 
"  Come,  and  ask  Me  what  you  will." 

3  '*  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness  ; 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day  I " 
Straight  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness, 
Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

4  Oh  !  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Telling  forth  to  all  around  : 
"  Friends,  is  not  the  grace  amazing  ? 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 


"  Oh  !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  Him, 
And  would  be  advised  by  me  ! 

Surely  they  would  listen  to  Him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 


204  PRAYER, 


PRAYEK 


HYMN  231.  III.  1. 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer ; 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Rise  and  ask  without  delay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring  ; 
For  His  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin  : 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin ; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain. 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here. 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

6  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith. 

Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 


PRAYER.  205 


HYMN  232.  C.  M. 

AUTHOR  of  good,  to  Thee  we  turn, 
To  Thee  for  help  we  fly; 
Thine  eye  can  all  our  wants  discern, 
Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

2  0  let  Thy  fear  within  us  dwell. 

Thy  love  our  footsteps  guide; 
That  love  shall  all  vain  loves  expel, 
That  fear  all  fear  beside. 

3  And  since  by  passion's  force  subdued, 

Too  oft,  with  stubborn  will, 

We  blindly  shun  the  latent  good, 

And  grasp  the  specious  ill ; 

4  Not  to  our  wish,  but  to  our  want, 

Do  Thou  Thy  gifts  supply  ; 
The  good,  unask'd,  in  mercy  grant, 
The  ill,  though  ask'd,  deny. 


HYMN  233.  L.  M. 

FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 
18 


16  PRAYER. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sunder'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Oh  !  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
Ere  I  forget  the  mercy-seat. 

5  There,  there,  on  eagle's  wings  we  soar, 
And  sense  and  sin  molest  no  more  ; 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
While  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

HYMN  234.  P.  M. 

MY  spirit  longeth  for  Thee 
To  dwell  within  my  breast. 
Though  I  am  all  unworthy 
Of  so  divine  a  guest  I 

2  Of  so  divine  a  guest 

Unworthy  though  I  be  ; 

Yet  hath  my  heart  no  rest 

Until  it  come  to  Thee  I 

3  Until  it  come  to  Thee, 

In  vain  I  look  around ; 
In  all  that  I  can  see 
No  rest  is  to  be  found. 

4  No  rest  is  to  be  found 

But  in  Thy  bleeding  love  : 
Oh  I  let  my  wish  be  crown'd. 
And  send  it  from  above  I 


PRAYER.  SOT 


HYMN  235.  L.  M. 

0  MIGHTY  is  the  power  of  prayer, 
The  promise  large  and  true  ; 
The  feeblest  heart  need  not  despair 
With  these  to  bear  it  through. 

2  Though  darkest  clouds  o'ercast  the  sky, 

Though  deep  call  out  to  deep, 

Pray,  and  behold  the  Saviour  nigh, 

To  bless,  to  guide,  to  keep. 

3  Therefore  pray  always,  never  faint, 

Nor  deem  unheard  your  cry ; 
The  feeblest  prayer  of  feeblest  saint, 
Brings  answer  from  on  high. 

HYMN  236.  C.  M. 

LORD,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright, 
With  reverence  and  with  fear ; 
Though  dust  and  ashes  in  Thy  sight. 

We  may,  we  must  draw  near : 
We  perish  if  we  cease  from  prayer. 

Oh!  grant  us  power^to  pray; 
And,  when  to  meet  Thee  we  prepare, 
Lord,  meet  us  by  the  way. 

2  Burden'd  with  guilt,  convinc'd  of  sin. 

In  weakness,  want,  and  woe. 
Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 

Lord,  whither  shall  we  go  ? 
God  of  all  grace,  we  bring  to  Thee 

The  broken,  contrite  heart : 
Give  what  Thine  eye  delights  to  see, 

Truth  in  the  inward  part. 


208  PRAYER. 

3  Give  deep  humility ;  the  sense 

Of  gocll}^  sorrow  give  ; 
A  strong  desiring  confidence 

To  see  Thy  face  and  live  ; 
Faith  in  the  only  sacrifice 

That  can  for  sin  atone, 
To  cast  our  hopes,  to  fix  our  eyes, 

On  Christ,  on  Christ  alone  ; 

4  Patience  to  watch,  and  wait,  and  weep, 

Though  mercy  long  delay ; 
Courage,  our  fainting  souls  to  keep. 

And  trust  Thee,  though  Thou  slay : 
Give  these,  and  then  Thy  will  be  done ; 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might. 
We  by  Thy  Spirit,  through  Thy  Sou, 

Shall  pray,  and  pray  aright. 

HYMN  237.  C.  M. 

WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat  I 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw. 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight. 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 


PRAYER.  209 

4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side  ; 

But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?    Ah  I  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear, 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent. 
To  Heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oft'ner  be, 

"  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 


HYMN  238.  II.  3. 

Wrestling  Jacob.  —  Crenesis  sxsu.  24-32. 
PART    I. 

COME,  0  Thou  Traveller  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see  ! 
My  company  before  is  gone. 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  Thee  : 
With  Thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

I  need  not  tell  Thee  who  I  am, 

My  misery  and  sin  declare  ; 
Thyself  hast  call'd  me  by  my  name, 

Look  on  Thy  hands  and  read  it  there  ; 
But  who,  I  ask  Thee,  who  art  Thon  ? 
Tell  me  Thy  name  and  tell  me  now. 

18*  o 


210  PRAYER. 

3  In  vain  Thou  strugglest  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold  ! 
Art  thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  Thy  love  unfold ; 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
Till  I  Thy  Name,  Thy  Nature  know. 

4  Wilt  Thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 

Thy  new,  unutterable  Name  ? 
Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  Thee,  tell. 

To  know  it  now,  resolv'd  I  am : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
Till  I  Thy  Name  and  Nature  know. 

6  What  though  my  shrinking  flesh  complain, 
And  murmur  to  contend  so  long  ? 
I  rise  superior  to  my  pain  : 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong  ! 
And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
I  shall  with  the  God-Man  prevail. 

PART   II. 

1  Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak ; 

But  confident  in  self-despair  : 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak : 

Be  conquer'd  by  my  instant  prayer ; 
Speak,  or  Thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  Thy  Name  is  Love. 

2  'Tis  Love  !  'tis  Love  !   Thou  diedst  for  me  : 

I  hear  Thy  whisper  in  my  heart ! 
The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee. 

Pure,  universal  love  Thou  art:. 
To  me,  to  all.  Thy  mercies  move, 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  Love. 


PRAYER.  211 

3  My  prayer  hath  power  with  God  :  the  grace 

Unspeakable  I  now  receive  ; 
Through  faith  I  see  Thee  face  to  face  ; 

I  see  Thee  face  to  face,  and  live  ! 
In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove : 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  love. 

4  I  know  Thee,  Saviour,  who  Thou  art, 

Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  friend  : 
Nor  wilt  Thou  with  the  night  depart, 

But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end ; 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove  ; 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  Love. 

5  The  Sun  of  Righteousness  on  me 

Hath  ris'n,  with  healing  in  His  wings ; 
Wither'd  my  nature's  strength,  from  Thee 

My  soul  its  life  and  succour  brings ; 
My  help  is  all  laid  up  above  ; 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  love. 

6  Contented  now  upon  my  thigh 

I  halt  till  life's  short  journey  end  ; 
All  helplessness,  all  weakness,  I 

On  Thee  alone  for  strength  depend ; 
Nor  have  I  power  from  Thee  to  move ; 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  Love. 

T  Lame  as  I  am,  I  take  the  prey ; 

Hell,  earth,  and  sin,  with  ease  o'ercome ; 
I  leap  for  joy,  pursue  ray  way  ; 

And  as  a  bounding  hart  fly  home ; 
Through  all  eternity  to  prove 
Thy  Nature  and  Thy  Name  is  Love. 


2  REPENTANCE. 

REPENTANCE. 

HYMN  239.  L.  M. 

QHOW  pity,  Lord  ;  0  Lord,  forgive; 

0  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live. 
Are  not  Thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  Thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  Thy  grace ; 
Great  God,  Thy  nature  hath  no  bound ; 
So  let  Thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  oifences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  Thy  law,  against  Thy  grace ; 
And  should  Thy  judgments  grow  severe, 

1  am  condemn'd,  but  Thou  art  clear. 

5  Yet  save  the  trembling  sinner.  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  Thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

HYMjST  240.  S.  M. 

OLORD,  how  vile  am  I, 
Unholy  and  unclean  ! 
How  can  I  dare  to  venture  nigh 
With  such  a  load  of  sin  ? 


REPENTANCE.  21S 

2  Myself  can  hardly  bear 

This  wretched  heart  of  mine  ; 
How  hateful  then  it  must  appear 
To  those  pure  eyes  of  Thine ! 

3  And  must  I  then  indeed 

Sink  in  despair  and  die  ? 
0  no,  since  Thou  didst  come  to  bleed 
For  such  a  wretch  as  I. 

4  That  blood  which  Thou  hast  spilt, 

That  grace  which  is  Thine  own, 
Can  cleanse  the  vilest  sinner's  guilt, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

5  Low  at  Thy  feet  I  bow: 

0,  pity  and  forgive ! 
Here  will  riie,  and  wait,  till  Thou 
Shalt  bid  me  rise,  and  live. 

HYMN  241.  III.  1. 

DEPTH  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  His  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  His  grace ; 
Long  provoked  Him  to  His  face ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  His  calls  ; 
Grieved  Him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Kindled  His  relentings  are  ; 
Me  He  now  delights  to  spare  ; 
Now  my  Father's  mercies  move, 
Justice  lingers  into  love. 


REPENTANCE 


4  Lo  !  for  me  tlie  Saviour  stands  ; 

Shows  His  wounds,  and  spreads  His  hands; 
God  is  Love  !    I  know,  I  feel ; 
Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 


HYMN  242.  C.  M. 

DEAR  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 
The  wonders  of  Thy  grace, 
Low  at  Thy  feet  ashamed  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wTctched  face. 


2  Shall  love  like  Thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 
Ah,  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 
By  earth's  low  cares  so  oft  betray'd. 
From  Jesus  to  depart. 


3  But  He  for  His  own  mercy's  sake, 

My  wandering  soul  restores  ; 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

4  Oh,  while  I  breathe  to  Thee,  my  Lord, 

The  deep,  repentant  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  thine  eye. 


5  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  Thy  feet 
Rejoice  to  see  Thy  face. 
And  grateful  own  how  kind,  how  sweet 
Thy  condescending  grace. 


REPENTANCE.  215 


HYMN  243.  III.  1. 

DOES  the  Gospel  word  proclaim 
Rest  for  those  that  weary  be  ? 
Then,  my  soul,  put  in  thy  claim, 

Sure  that  promise  speaks  to  thee ; 
Marks  of  grace  I  cannot  show, 

All  polluted  is  my  best; 
But  I  weary  am,  I  know, 
And  the  weary  long  for  rest. 

2  Burdened  with  a  load  of  sin. 

Harassed  with  tormenting  doubt, 
Hourly  conflicts  from  within, 

Hourly  crosses  from  without; 
All  my  little  strength  is  gone, 

Sink  I  must  without  supply ; 
Sure  upon  the  earth  there's  none 

Can  moi'e  weary  be  than  I. 

3  In  the  ark  the  roving  dove 

Found  a  welcome  resting-place  ; 
Thus  my  spirit  longs  to  prove 

Rest  in  Christ,  the  Ark  of  grace. 
Tempest-toss'd  I  long  have  been. 

And  the  flood  increases  fast ; 
Open,  Lord,  and  take  me  in, 

Till  the  storm  be  overpast ! 


HYMN  244.  C.  M. 

PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus  I  at  Thy  feet 
A  guilty  rebel  lies ; 
And  upward  to  the  mercy-seat, 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 


216  REPENTANCE. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  out  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  Thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood,  but  Thou  hast  spilt. 

4  Think  of  Thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord  ! 

And  all  my  sins  forgive ; 
Justice  will  well  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 


HYMN  245.  L.  M. 

MY  God,  when  at  Thy  throne  I  bend, 
And  humbly  sue  for  mercy  there, 
For  me  behold  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  for  His  sake  receive  my  prayer. 

2  Remember  not  my  shame  and  guilt, 

My  thousand  stains  of  deepest  dye  ; 

Think  of  the  blood  which  Jesus  spilt, 

And  let  that  blood  my  pardon  buy. 

3  Remember  not  my  doubts  and  fears, 

My  strivings  with  Thy  grace  divine ; 
Think  upon  Jesus'  woes  and  tears, 
And  let  His  merits  stand  for  mine. 

4  No  claim,  no  worth,  O  Lord,  I  plead  : 

Thy  free  unbounded  grace  I  crave ; 
And  oh  !  if  great  my  guilt  and  need. 
The  greater,  Lord,  Thy  grace  to  save. 


REPENTANCE.  21t 


HYMI^  246.  II.  3. 

WEARY  of  wandering  from  my  God, 
And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
I  hear,  and  bow  me  to  the  rod  : 

Yet  not  in  hopeless  grief  I  mourn ; 
I  have  an  Advocate  above, 
A  Friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 

0  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 
More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin, 

Yet  once  again  I  seek  Thj  face. 
Open  Thine  arms  and  take  me  in  ! 

0  Lord,  my  sore  backslidings  heal, 

And  all  Thy  quenchless  love  reveal. 

Thou  know'st  my  bands  of  sin  to  break, 
My  fallen  spirit  to  restore  ; 

O,  for  Thy  truth  and  mercy's  sake, 
Forgive,  and  bid  me  sin  no  more  : 

The  ruins  of  my  soul  repair. 

And  make  my  heart  a  house  of  prayer. 


HYMN  247.  C.  M. 

THE  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep, 
Each  wave  a  watery  hill ; 
The  Saviour  wakened  from  his  sleep  : 
He  spake,  and  all  was  still. 


2  The  madman  in  a  tomb  had  made 
His  mansion  of  despair ; 
Woe  to  the  traveller  who  stray'd 
With  heedless  footsteps  there. 
19 


218  FAITH. 

3  He  met  that  glance  so  thrilling  sweet, 

He  heard  those  accents  mild  ; 
And  melting  at  Messiah's  feet, 
Wept  like  a  weaned  child. 

4  Oh,  madder  than  the  raving  man  ! 

Oh,  deafer  than  the  sea ! 
How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began 
To  call  in  vain  to  me! 


5  Yet  could  I  hear  him  once  again. 
As  I  have  heard  of  old, 
Methinks  He  should  not  call  in  vain 
His  wanderer  to  the  fold. 


FAITH, 


HYMN  248.  P.  M. 


A 


MOUNTAIN  fastness  is  our  God, 
On  which  our  souls  are  planted  : 
And  though  the  fierce  foe  rage  abroad 
Our  hearts  are  nothing  daunted. 
What  though  he  beset. 
With  weapon  and  net, 
Array 'd  in  death -strife  ? 
In  God  are  help  and  life: 
He  is  our  sword  and  armour. 


FAITH.  219 

2  By  our  own  might  we  nought  can  do ; 

To  trust  it  were  sure  losing ; 
For  us  must  fight  the  Right  and  True, 
The  Man  of  God's  own  choosing. 

Dost  ask  for  His  name  ? 

Christ  Jesus  we  claim  ; 

The  Lord  God  of  Hosts; 

The  only  God  :  —  vain  boasts 
Of  others  fall  before  Him. 

3  What  though  the  troops  of  Satan  fill'd 

The  world  with  hostile  forces  ? 
E'en  then  our  fears  should  all  be  still'd : 

In  God  are  our  resources. 
The  w^orld  and  its  king 
No  terrors  can  bring  : 
Their  threats  are  no  worth  : 
Their  doom  is  now  gone  forth  : 

A  single  word  can  quell  them. 

4  God's  Word  through  all  shall  have  free  sway, 

And  ask  no  man's  permission  : 
The  Spirit  and  His  gifts  convey 
Strength  to  defy  perdition. 

The  body  to  kill, 

Wife,  children,  at  will. 

The  wicked  have  power  : 

Yet  lasts  it  but  an  hour  ! 
The  Kingdom's  ours  forever  ! 

HYMN  249.  L.  M. 

WHO  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 
'Tis  God  that  justifies  their  souls, 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream. 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 


220  FAITH. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  His  saints  to  hell  ? 

'Tis  Christ  that  suffer'd  in  their  stead ; 
And  their  infernal  foes  to  quell, 
Behold  Him  rising  from  the  dead  ! 

3  He  lives  !  He  lives  !  and  sits  above, 

Forever  interceding  there, 
Who  shall  divide  us  from  His  love  ? 
Or  what  shall  tempt  us  to  despair  ? 

4  Shall  persecution,  or  distress, 

Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  ? 
He  that  hath  lov'd  us,  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors  too. 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  power, 

It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour ; 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  hope,  our  joy. 
Nor  death  nor  hell  can  us  destroy. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 
Shall  cause  His  mercy  to  remove, 
Or  separate  us  from  His  love. 

HYMN  250.  L.  M. 

JESUS,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  ; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds  in  these  array'd 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  take  my  mansion  in  the  skies. 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, 
"Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me." 


F  A  I  T  H  .  221 

This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue ; 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 


4  Oh  !  let  the  dead  now  hear  Thy  voice ; 
Bid,  Lord,  Thy  banish'd  ones  rejoice  : 
Our  beauty  this,  our  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  our  Righteousness. 


HYMN  251.  L.  M. 

NO  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 
Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before. 
To  trust  the  merits  of  Thy  Son. 


2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  His  name. 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  His  cross. 

3  Yes  ;   and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake  : 
O  may  my  soul  be  found  in  Him, 
And  of  His  righteousness  partake  ! 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  Thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  answer  Thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 
10* 


FAITH. 


HYMN  252.  L.  M. 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone; 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  Him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment ; 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness 

I'll  go,  for  all  His  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief,  my  burden  long  has  been, 
In  that  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  with  sin,  the  more 
I  felt  the  guilty  weight  I  bore, 

Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
*'  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo  1  glad  I  come  ;  and  Thou,  blest  Lamb  I 
Shalt  take  me,  for  Thine  own  I  am  ! 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothino-  but  love  can  me  receive. 


HYMN  253.  H.  3. 

THOU  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose, 
Thou  all-sufficient  love  divine, 
My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes, 

Secure  I  am  while  Thou  art  mine  : 
And  lo  !  from  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame, 
I  hide  me,  Jesus,  in  Thy  name. 


FAITH. 

Jesus,  my  all  in  all  Thou  art ; 

My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain ; 
The  balm  to  heal  my  broken  heart ; 

In  war,  my  peace  ;  in  loss,  my  gain  ; 
My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown ; 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown. 

In  want,  my  plentiful  supply ; 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power ; 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty ; 

My  light,  in  Satan's  darkest  hour  ; 
My  joy,  when  coming  griefs  appal ; 
My  life  in  death,  my  all  in  all. 

HYMN  254.  II.  4. 

JESUS,  at  Thy  command, 
I  launch  into  the  deep. 
And  leave  my  native  land, 
Where  sin  lulls  all  to  sleep. 
For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  Thee  and  Thine. 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wise. 

My  compass  is  Thy  word : 
My  soul  each  storm  defies. 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord ; 
I'll  trust  Thy  faithfulness  and  power 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 

Through  all  my  passage  lie, 
Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep, 

And  guide  me  with  His  eye : 
My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide, 
And  I  shall  cv'ry  storm  outride. 


224  FAITH. 

4  And,  if  becalm'd  I  lie, 

And  storms  forbear  to  toss, 
Be  Thou,  0  Lord,  still  nigh, 

Lest  I  should  suffer  loss ; 
For  more  the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread, 
Tlinn  tempests  bursting  o'er  ray  head. 

5  By  faith  I  see  the  land. 

The  port  of  endless  rest ; 
My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 
And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast ! 

0  may  I  reach  the  heavenjy  shore 
Where  winds  and  waves  affright  no  more. 

HYMN  255.  II.  1. 

OTHOU  who  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
Wilt  Thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death. 
That  casts  itself  on  Thee  ? 

1  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 

But  fly  to  what  my  God  hath  done, 
And  suffered  ev'n  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  His  availing  blood ; 
That  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be, 
That  merit  shall  a.tone  for  me. 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

8  Then  save  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send ; 
By  Him  some  word  of  life  impart. 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 
"  Thy  Maker  is  thy  Friend." 


FAITH.  225 

4  The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away ; 
Unloosed  from  earth,  and  earthly  things, 
I'd  mount,  I'd  fly,  with  eager  wings, 

To  everlasting  day. 

HYMN  256.  C.  M. 

HEALEK  Divine,  0  hear  our  prayer ; 
We  wait  to  feel  Thy  touch  ; 
Sin-wounded  souls  to  Thee  repair, 
And,  Saviour,  we  are  such. 

2  Our  faith  is  feeble,  we  confess  ; 

Feebly  we  trust  Thy  word ; 
But  wilt  Thou  pity  us  the  less  ? 
Be  that  far  from  Thee,  Lord. 

3  Him  Thou  didst  hear  who  once  applied, 

With  trembling  for  relief: 
"  Lord,  I  believe,"  with  tears  he  cried  ; 
"Help  Thou  mine  unbelief." 

4  She  who  to  touch  Thee,  in  the  press. 

Trembling  behind  Thee  stole, 
Was  answer'd,  "  Daughter,  go  in  peace, 
Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole." 

5  Like  these,  with  hopes  and  fears  we  pray 

To  hear  the  gracious  word ; 

Oh  !  give  us  faith,  nor  send  away 

One  soul  unheal'd,  dear  Lord. 


226  FAITH. 


0 


HYMN  257.  II.  3. 

LOYE,  thou  fathomless  abyss  ! 


My  sins  are  swallow'd  up  in  Thee ; 
Cover'd  is  my  unrighteousness  ; 

Nor  spot  of  guilt  remains  on  me, 
While  Jesus'  blood,  through  earth  and  skies, 
Mercy  —  free,  boundless  mercy  —  cries. 

Fix'd  on  this  ground  will  I  remain, 

Though  heart  may  fail,  and  flesh  decay ; 

This  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain. 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away  ; 

Mercy's  full  power  I  then  shall  prove, 

Loved  with  an  everlasting  love. 

HYMN  258.  II.  3. 

PEACE,  doubting  heart,  my  God's  I  am ; 
Who  form'd  me  man  forbids  ray  fear ; 
The  Lord  hath  call'd  me  by  my  name; 

The  Lord  protects,  forever  near : 
His  blood  for  me  did  once  atone. 
And  still  He  loves  and  guards  His  own. 

When  passing  through  the  watery  deep, 

By  Him  I  trust  me  to  be  led  ; 
The  weaves  an  awful  distance  keep. 

And  shrink  from  my  devoted  head  : 
Fearless  their  violence  I  dare  ; 
They  cannot  harm,  for  God  is  there  ! 

To  Him  mine  eye  of  faith  I  turn. 

And  through  the  fire  pursue  my  way ; 

The  fire  forgets  its  power  to  burn. 
The  lambent  flames  around  me  play ; 

I  own  His  power,  accept  the  sign. 

And  joy  to  prove  the  Saviour  mine. 


FAITH.  22t 


HYMN  259.  C.  M. 

FOREYER  here  ray  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  Thy  bleeding  side ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
''For  me  the  Saviour  died." 


2  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood. 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  Thine  own ; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  Thou  art : 
Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  Thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve  ; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die. 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 


HYMN  260.  S.  M. 

NOW  to  thine  altar,  Lord, 
A  broken  heart  I  bring, 
And  wilt  Thou  graciously  accept 
Of  such  a  worthless  thing  ? 

2  To  Christ,  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
My  faith  directs  her  eyes  ; 
All  other  offerings  are  vain. 
But  not  His  sacrifice. 


228  FAITH. 

3  That  moment  He  expired, 
The  law  was  satisfied, 
And  now  to  its  severest  curse 
I  answer,  "Jesus  died.'* 

HYMN  261.  P.  M. 

JESUS,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me  ! 
For  I  am  weary  and  opprest ; 
I  come  to  cast  myself  on  Thee ; 
Thou  art  my  Rest. 

2  Look  down  on  me,  for  I  am  weak ; 

I  feel  the  toilsome  journey's  length  ; 
Thine  aid  omnipotent  I  seek ; 
Thou  art  my  Strength. 

3  I  am  bewildered  on  my  way ; 

Dark  and  tempestuous  is  the  night ; 
Oh  !  shed  Thou  forth  some  cheering  ray ; 
Thou  art  my  Light. 

4  I  hear  the  storms  around  me  rise, 

But,  when  I  dread  th'  impending  shock, 
My  spirit  to  her  refuge  flies  ; 
Thou  art  my  Rock. 

5  When  the  accuser  flings  his  darts, 

I  look  to  Thee  —  my  terrors  cease  ; 
Thy  cross  a  hiding-place  imparts  ; 
Thou  art  my  Peace. 

6  Standing  alone  on  Jordan's  brink. 

In  that  tremendous,  latest  strife, 
Thou  wilt  not  suffer  me  to  sink ; 
Thou  art  my  Life. 


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*l  Thou  wilt  my  every  want  supply, 
Even  to  the  end,  whate'er  befall 
Through  life,  in  death,  eternally, 
Thou  art  my  All. 


HYMN  262.  P.  M. 

"  Him  that  cometh  unto  me  I  will  in  no  wise  cast  out." 

JUST  as  I  am  —  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bid'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am  —  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot  — 

To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

3  Just  as  I  am  —  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
With  fears  within,  and  foes  without  — 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind  — 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

5  Just  as  I  am.  Thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe  — 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

20 


230  HOPE. 

6  Just  as  1  am  —  thy  love  unknown, 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  : 
Now  to  be  thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


HOPE. 

HYMN  263.  11.  1. 

OH  come,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  in  the  wilderness. 
Who  bear  your  burdens  still ; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place. 

The  saints'  secure  abode ; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise. 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies. 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here. 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear. 

And  by  his  side  sit  down  : 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

HYMN  264.  S.  M. 

THY  way  is  in  the  sea ; 
Thy  paths  we  cannot  trace ; 
Nor  solve,  0  Lord,  the  mystery 
Of  Thy  unbounded  grace. 


HOPE.  231 

2  Here  the  dark  veils  of  sense 

Our  captive  souls  surround ; 
Mysterious  deeps  of  providence 
Our  wondering  thoughts  confound. 

3  As  through  a  glass  we  see 

The  wonders  of  Thy  love ; 
How  little  do  we  know  of  Thee, 
Or  of  the  joys  above  ! 

4  In  part  we  know  Thy  will, 

And  bless  Thee  for  the  sight : 
Soon  will  Thy  love  the  rest  reveal 
In  glory's  clearer  light. 

5  With  joy  shall  we  survey 

Thy  providence  and  grace  ; 

And  spend  an  everlasting  day 

And  see  Thee  face  to  face. 


HYMN  265.  L.  M, 

OZION,  when  we  muse  on  thee, 
We  long  for  pinions  like  the  dove ; 
And  mourn  to  think  that  we  should  be 
So  distant  from  the  land  we  love. 

2  While  here  we  walk  on  hostile  ground, 

The  few  that  we  can  call  our  friends 
Are,  like  ourselves,  with  fetters  bound ; 
And  weariness  our  steps  attends. 

3  But  yet,  we  hope  to  see  the  day 

When  Zion's  children  shall  return  ; 
When  all  our  griefs  shall  pass  away, 
And  we  no  more  aerain  shall  mourn. 


232  HOPE. 

4  The  thought  that  such  a  day  shall  come 
Makes  e'en  the  captive's  portion  sweet ; 
Though  now  we  wander  far  from  home, 
In  Zion,  soon  we  all  shall  meet. 


HYMN  266.  L.  M. 

WHAT  sinners  value  I  resign ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  Thou  art  mine ; 
I  shall  behold  Thy  blissful  face. 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  : 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 


3  O  glorious  hour  !    0  blest  abode  I 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God, 
And  flesh  and  sense  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

HYMN  267.  C.  M. 

&0D  !  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 
My  help  forever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 


ii  o  p  E .  233 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord  !  sliuU  p^uido  my  feet 

Through  all  this  desert  place  ; 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  Thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  Thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 

And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 

I  long  for  none  but  Thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint, 

6  Yea,  to  draw  near  to  Thee,  my  God  ! 
Shall  be  ray  sweet  employ  : 
My  tongue  shall  sound  Thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

HYMN  268.  P.  M. 

SOON  and  forever  ! 
Such  promise  our  trust, 
Though  ashes  to  ashes, 

And  dust  unto  dust. 
Soon  and  forever 

Our  union  shall  be 
Made  perfect,  our  glorious 

Redeemer,  in  Thee. 
When  the  sins  and  the  sorrows 

Of  time  shall  be  o'er ; 
Its  pangs  and  its  partings 

Reraember'd  no  more  ; 
20* 


>4  HOPE. 

When  life  cannot  fail, 

And  when  death  cannot  sever, 
Christians  with  Christ  shall  be, 

Soon  and  forever. 

2  Soon  and  forever 

The  breaking  of  day- 
Shall  drive  all  the  night-clouds 

Of  sorrow  away. 
Soon  and  forever, 

We'll  see  as  we're  seen. 
And  learn  the  deep  meaning 

Of  things  that  have  been ; 
When  fightings  without  us, 

And  fears  from  within. 
Shall  weary  no  more 

In  the  warfare  of  sin. 
Where  tears  and  where  fears. 

And  where  death  shall  be  never, 
Christians  with  Christ  shall  be 

Soon  and  forever. 

HYM]S^  269.  II.  1. 

OH,  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love  I 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above  ; 
It  bears  on  eagles'  wings  ; 
It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  a  moment  feast 
With  Christ,  His  priests,  and  kings. 

2  Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope 
I  stand,  and  from  the  mountain-top 

See  all  the  laud  below ; 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise. 
And  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise 
In  endless   plenty  grow^ : 


HOPE.  235 

3  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favour'd  witli  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  ev'ry  blessing  blest ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  righteousness, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace. 

And  everlasting  rest. 

HYMN  270.  C.  M. 

MY  Saviour,  on  the  word  of  truth. 
In  earnest  hope  I  live  ! 
I  ask  for  all  the  precious  things 

Thy  boundless  love  can  give, 
I  look  for  many  a  lesser  light 

About  my  path  to  shine  ; 
But  chiefly  long  to  walk  with  Thee, 
And  only  trust  in  Thine. 

2  Thou  knowest  that  I  am  not  blest 

As  Thou  would'st  have  me  be, 
Till  all  the  peace  and  joy  of  faith 

Possess  my  soul  in  Thee ; 
And  still  I  seek  'mid  many  fears. 

With  yearnings  unexpress'd. 
The  comfort  of  Thy  strengthening  love, 

Thy  soothing,  settling  rest. 

3  It  is  not  as  Thou  wilt  with  me 

Till,   humbled  in  the  dust, 
I  know  no  place  in  all  my  heart 

Wherein  to  put  my  trust. 
Until  I  find,  0  Lord  !  in  Thee, 

The  lowly  and  the  meek, 
That  fulness  which  Thy  own  redeem'd 

Go  nowhere  else  to  seek. 


16  HOPE. 

4  Then,  0  my  Saviour  !  on  my  soul, 

Cast  down  but  not  dismay'd. 
Still  be  Thy  chastening,  healing  hand 

In  tender  mercy  laid  : 
And  while  I  wait  for  all  Thy  joys 

My  yearning  heart  to  fill. 
Teach  me  to  walk  and  work  with  Thee, 

And  at  Thy  feet  sit  still. 

HYMN  271.  S.  M. 

/n  IVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears ; 

VJT  Hope,  and  be  undismay'd ; 

God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy  tears, 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head ; 
Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way ; 
Wait  thou  His  time,  so  shall  this  night 

Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

2  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart? 

Still  is  thy  spirit  faint  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight, — let  fear  depart. 

Each  care  and  each  complaint. 
What  though  thou  rulest  not, 

Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell. 
Proclaim, —  God  sitteth  on  the  throne. 

And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

3  Leave  to  His  sov'reign  sway 

To  choose  and  to  command  : 
So  shalt  thou,  wond'riug,  own  His  way, 

How  wise,  how  strong  His  hand  ! 
Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appear, 
When  fully  He  the  work  hath  wrought 

That  caus'd  thy  needless  fear. 


LOVE.  23T 


LOVE. 


HYMN  272,  C.  M. 

JESUS  !  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find, 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  name, 
0  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

3  0  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

0  joy  of  all  the  meek, 

To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find  ?     Ah  !  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show ; 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is. 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus  !  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 

As  Thou  our  prize  shalt  be ; 
Jesus  !  be  Thou  our  glory  now^ 
And  through  eternity. 

HYMN  273.  C.  M. 

MY  God,  I  love  Thee  !  not  because 
I  hope  for  heaven  thereby : 
Nor  yet  because,  if  I  love  not 

1  must  forever  die. 


238  LOVE. 

2  But,  O  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 

Upon  the  cross  embrace  : 
For  me  didst  bear  the  uails  and  spear 
And  manifold  disgrace  ; 

3  And  griefs  and  torments  numberless ; 

And  sweat  of  agony ; 
E'en  death  itself;  and  all  for  one 
Who  was  thine  enemy. 

4  Then  why,  0  blessed  Jesu  Christ ! 

Should  I  not  love  Thee  well ; 
Not  for  the  sake  of  winning  heaven, 
Or  of  escaping  hell ; 

5  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught ; 

Not  seeking  a  reward; 
But,  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 
0  ever-loving  Lord  ! 

6  E'en  so  I  love  Thee,  and  will  love. 

And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing  ; 
Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  eternal  King. 

HYMN  274.  C.  M. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds. 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast ', 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  for  the  weary,  rest. 


LOVE.  239 

3  Dear  Name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 
My  never-failing  treasury  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  By  Thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defil'd ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  ov/n'd  a  child. 

5  Jesus  !  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought : 
But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

T  Till  then,  I  v/ould  Thy  love  proclaim, 
With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  name 
Befresh  my  soul  in  death. 

HYMN  275.  IIL  L 

HARK  !  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour  —  hear  His  word  ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  Me  ?" 

2  ''I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound. 

And  when  bleeding,  heaPd  thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 


240  LOVE. 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath. 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  My  glory  soon. 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  My  throne  shalt  be  ; 
Say,  poor  sinner  !  lov'st  thou  Me  ?" 

6  Lord !  it  is  my  chief  complaint. 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  Thee,  and  adore  ; 

Oh  !  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more. 

HYMN  276.  II.  3. 

THOU  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height. 
Whose  depth  unfathom'd,  no  man  knows, 
I  see  from  far  Thy  beauteous  ligl^t ; 

Inly  I  sigh  for  Thy  repose  : 
My  heart  is  pain'd,  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  rest  it  find  in  Thee. 

2  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun, 

That  strives  ^nth  Thee  my  heart  to  share  ? 
Ah,  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone. 

The  Lord  of  every  motion  there  ; 
Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
When  it  hath  found  repose  in  Thee. 


LOVE.  241 

3  0  hide  this  self  from  me,  that  I 

No  more,  but  Christ  in  me,  may  live ; 
My  vile  affections  crucify, 

Nor.  let  one  darling  lust  survive  ; 
In  all  things,  nothing  may  I  see, 
Nothing  desire  or  seek,  but  Thee. 

4  0  Love,  Thy  sov'reign  aid  impart. 

To  save  me  from  low-thoughted  care  ; 
Chase  this  self-will  through  all  my  heart, 

Through  all  its  latent  mazes  there  : 
Make  me  Thy  duteous  child,  that  I, 
Ceaseless,  may  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

5  Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 

My  heart  that  lowly  waits  Thy  call ; 
Speak  to  my  inmost  soul  and  say, 

I  am  Thy  love,  Thy  God,  Thy  all ! 
To  feel  Thy  power,  to  hear  Thy  voice, 
To  taste  Thy  love,  be  all  my  choice. 

HYMN  277.  C.  M. 

DO  not  I  love  Thee,  0  my  Lord  ? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see ; 
And  turn  each  hateful  idol  out, 
That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 


2  Do  not  I  love  Thee,  from  my  soul  ? 
Then  let  me  nothing  love  : 
Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy 
When  Jesus  cannot  move. 
21  o 


242  LOVE. 

3  Is  not  Thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound, 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  Hast  Thou  a  lamb  in  all  Thy  flock, 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  Thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  Thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Would  not  my  ardent  spirit  vie 

With  angels  round  the  throne, 
To  execute  Thy  sacred  will 
And  make  Thy  glory  known  ? 

6  Thou  knowest,  yea,  Thou  knowest,  Lord ; 

Yet,  oh  !  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joy. 
And  learn  to  love  Thee  more. 


HYMN"  278.  III.  3. 

LOYE  Divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down  ; 
Live  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelHng, 
All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  Thou  art  all  compassion. 

Pure,  unbounded  love  Thou  art; 
Yisit  us  with  Thy  salvation. 
Enter  every  longing  heart. 

Breathe,  oh  !  breathe  Thy  loving  Spirit 
Into  every  troubled  breast  I 

Let  us  all  Thy  peace  inherit. 
Let  us  find  Thy  promised  rest. 


LOVE.  243 

Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 
Serve  Thee  as  Thine  host  above  ; 

Pray,  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing, 
Glory  in  Thy  boundless  love. 

3  Finish,  then,  Thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be  ; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  restored  in  Thee. 
Changed  from  glory  unto  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  our  songs  we  raise ; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

HYMN  279.  IL  1. 

OLOVE  Divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  in  Thee  ? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  Love, . 
The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

2  Stronger  His  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable ; 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery. 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God ; 
0  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart! 
For  this  I  sigh  ;  for  Thee  I  pine ; 
•  This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 
Be  mine  the  better  part  I 


244  LOVE. 

4  O  might  I  ever  have  my  seat, 
Like  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  ; 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss. 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this. 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice  ! 

5  0  that  I  could,  with  favor'd  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast ; 
From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord  !  to  find  in  Thee 

My  everlasting  rest ! 


HYMN  280.  L.  M. 

GOD  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days 
My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  Thy  praise, 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest. 
And  griefs  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praises,  rais'd  on  high. 

Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  its  powers  of  language  fail, 

Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break. 
And  look  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But  oh  !  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er. 
And  I  am  chain'd  to  flesh  no  more. 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise, 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies  ! 


LOVE.  245 


The  cheerful  tribute  will  I  give, 
Long  as  a  deathless  soul  can  live  ; 
A  work  so  sweet,  a  theme  so  high, 
Demands  and  crowns  eternity  I 


HYMN  281.  C.  M. 

JESUS  !  I  love  Thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  music  to  mine  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 


2  Yes  !  Thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels,  to  Thee,  are  gaudy  toys. 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  Thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Not  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds. 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  name, 

With  my  last  lab'ring  breath  ; 
Then  speechless  rest  me  in  Thine  arms, 
And  find  my  life  in  death. 

21* 


246  LOVE. 


HYMN  282.  S.  M. 

MY  God,  my  Life,  my  Love, 
To  Thee,  to  Thee  I  call ; 
I  cannot  live  if  Thou  remove, 
For  Thou  art  all  in  all. 


2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
'Tis  paradise  when  Thou  art  here  ; 
If  Thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 

3  To  Thee,  and  Thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss  ; 
They  sit  around  Thy  gracious  throne. 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 


4  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
If  God  His  presence  but  remove. 
Or  but  conceal  His  face. 


5  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford, 
No,  not  a  ray  to  cheer  mine  eye. 
Without  Thy  light,  0  Lord. 

6  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love. 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 


LovoE.  247 


HYMN  283.  III.  1. 

GREAT  High-priest,  wlio  deigivdst  to  be 
Once  the  sacrifice  for  me, 
Take  this  living  heart  of  mine, 
Lay  it  on  Thy  holy  shrine. 

2  Love,  I  know,  accepteth  nought, 

Save  what  Thou,  0  Love,  hast  wrought ; 
Offer  Thou  my  sacrifice. 
Else  to  God  it  cannot  rise. 


3  Slay  in  me  the  wayward  will, 
Earthly  sense  and  passion  kill ; 
Tear  self-love  from  out  my  heart, 
Let  me  choose  the  better  part. 

4  Mighty  Love,  the  flame  inspire, 
Quick  consume  me  in  Thy  fire ; 
Fain  were  I  of  self  bereft, 
Naught  but  Thee  within  me  left. 


HYMN  284.  C.  M. 


0 


UR  God  is  love  ;  and  all  His  saints 


His  image  bear  below 


The  heart  with  love  to  God  inspired 
"With  love  to  man  will  glow. 

2  0  may  we  love  each  other,  Lord, 
As  we  are  loved  of  Thee  ! 
For  none  are  truly  born  of  God, 
Who  live  in  enmitj^ 


248  PiiAisE. 

3  Heirs  of  the  same  immortal  bliss, 

Our  hopes  and  fears  the  same, 
The  cords  of  love  our  hearts  shall  join, 
The  law  of  love  inflame. 

4  So  shall  the  vain  contentious  world 

Our  peaceful  lives  approve ; 
And,  wondering  say,  as  they  of  old, 
"  See  how  these  Christians  love." 


PRAISE. 

HYMN  285.  C.  M. 

pOME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
y  With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tono-ues 
But  all  their  joys  are  one.  °      ' 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry 

"To  be  exalted  thus;"  *^' 

"  \\  orthy  tlie  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply 
"Fov  He  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  power  divine- 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  Thine.  ' 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas  ' 
Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high 
And  speak  Thine  endless  praise 


PRAISE.  249 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  bless  the  glorious  Name 
Of  Him  that  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  286.  C.  M. 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him  —  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  the  Altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod. 
And  crown  Him  —  Lord  of  all. 

3  Hail  Him,  the  Heir  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David,  Lord  did  call ; 
The  God  incarnate  !  Man  divine  I 
And  crown  Him  —  Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 
And  crown  Him  —  Lord  of  all. 

5  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget. 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall. 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him  —  Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ball. 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe. 
And  crown  Him  —  Lord  of  all. 


250  PRAISE. 

7  Oh,  that  with  yonder  shining  throng, 
We  at  His  feet  may  fall ; 
Join  in  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  Him  —  Lord  of  all. 


HYMN  287.  L.  M. 

MY  God,  my  King,  thy  yarious  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  glory  wake  a  loftier  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty,  done  for  Thee. 

3  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  blest  succession  of  Thy  praise, 
And  unborn  ages  still  prolong 
The  joy  and  burden  of  the  song. 

4  But  who  can  speak  Thy  wondrous  deeds  I 
Thy  greatness  all  my  thoughts  exceeds : 
Yast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways, 

Yast  and  immortal  be  Thy  praise. 


HYMN  288.  III.  5. 

A  LLELUIA  !  best  and  sweetest 
j\  Of  the  hymns  of  praise  above  I 
Alleluia  !  thou  repeatest. 

Angel  host,  these  notes  of  love  I 

This  ye  utter 
While  your  golden  harps  ye  move. 


PRAISE.  251 

2  Alleluia !  church  victorious, 

Join  the  concert  of  the  sky  ! 
Alleluia !  bright  and  glorious, 

Lift,  ye  saints,  this  strain  on  high  I 

TVe  poor  exiles 
Join  not  yet  your  melody. 

3  Alleluia  !  strains  of  gladness 

Suit  not  souls  with  anguish  torn  : 
Alleluia  I  sounds  of  sadness 
Best  become  our  state  forlorn ; 

Our  offences 
We  with  bitter  tears  must  mourn. 

4  But  our  earnest  supplication, 

Holy  God,  we  raise  to  Thee  ; 
Yisit  us  with  Thy  salvation. 
Make  us  all  Thy  joys  to  see  ! 

Alleluia  ! 
Ours  at  length  this  strain  shall  be  ! 

HYMN  289.  III.  3. 

LORD,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven  ; 
Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored ; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Heaven  is  still  with  anthems  ringing : 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
"Holy,  holy,  holy,"  singing, 

"  Lord  of  hosts,  the  Lord  most  High  I" 

2  Ever  thus  in  God's  high  praises, 
Brethren,  let  our  tongues  unite, 
While  our  thoughts  His  greatness  raises, 
And  our  love  His  gifts  excite. 


252  PRAISE. 

With  His  seraph  train  before  Him, 

With  his  Holy  church  below, 
Thus  unite  we  to  adore  Him, 

Bid  we  thus  our  anthems  flow. 

3  Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven  ; 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored ; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given. 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Thus,  Thy  glorious  name  confessing, 

We  adopt  the  angel's  cry, 
"Holy,  holy,  holy"  —  blessing 

Thee,  the  Lord  our  God  most  High  ! 

HYMN  290.  L.  M. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee  ; 
His  loving-kindness,  0  I  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  ; 
His  loving-kindness,  0  !  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes. 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along ; 

His  loving-kindness,  0  I  how  strong  ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud. 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood ; 
His  loving-kindness,  0  !  how  good  I 


PRAISE.  253 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  oft  have  Him  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
0  may  my  last  expiring  breath, 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

T  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away, 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day ; 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 


HYMN  291.  P.  M. 

COME,  Thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  Thy  name  to  sing, 
Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  all  glorious. 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 


2  Come,  Thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword ; 

Our  prayer  attend  ; 
Come,  and  Thy  people  bless ; 
Come,  give  Thy  word  success ; 
Spirit  of  holiness, 
On  us  descend. 

22 


254  JOY. 

3  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour : 
Thou,  who  almighty  art. 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 

4  To  Thee,  great  one  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be. 

Hence  evermore  ; 
Thy  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 


JOY. 

HYMN  292.  C.  M. 

MY  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys. 
The  life  of  my  delights. 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days. 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  I 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  He  appear. 

My  dawning  is  begun ; 
He  is  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  He  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss. 
While  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  His. 


JOY.  255 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

HYMN  293.  S.  M. 

"VfOW  let  our  voices  join 
X\    To  form  a  sacred  song ; 
Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways. 
With  music  pass  along. 

2  How  straight  the  path  appears. 

How  open  and  how  fair ! 
No  lurking  pitfalls  for  our  feet; 
No  fierce  destroyer  there. 

3  But  flowers  of  paradise 

In  rich  profusion  spring ; 
The  Sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

4  See  Salem's  golden  spires 

In  beauteous  prospect  rise ; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

5  All  honour  to  His  name, 

Who  marks  the  shining  way ; 
To  Him,  who  leads  the  wanderer  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 


256  JOY 


HYMN  294.  S.  M. 

NOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
Have  we  beheld  the  Lord  ; 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  His  name, 
And  love  Him  in  his  word. 


2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  Thy  grace. 

3  And  when  we  taste  Thy  love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 
And  heaven  begins  below. 

HYMN  295.  S.  M. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  every  heart,  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  His  dying  love. 

Who  liveth  evermore  ; 
Sing  how  He  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  He  bore. 

3  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing ; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 

In  Christ  th'  eternal  Kinff. 


JOY.  25t 


4  Soon  shall  we  hear  Him  say, 
"  Ye  blessed  children,  come  !  " 
Soon  will  He  call  us  hence  away. 
And  take  His  wanderers  home. 


HYMN  296.  L.  M. 

THE  Lord  is  King  !  lift  up  thy  voice, 
0  earth,  and  all  ye  heavens,  rejoice  ! 
Erom  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring  : 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King  ! 

2  The  Lord  is  King  !  thou  child  of  dust, 
The  Judge  of  all  the  earth  is  just : 
Holy  and  true  are  all  His  ways ; 

Let  every  creature  speak  His  praise. 

3  Come,  make  your  wants,  your  burdens  known  ; 
The  contrite  soul  He'll  ne'er  disown  ; 

And  angel  bands  are  waiting  there, 
His  messages  of  love  to  bear. 

4  0,  when  His  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  His  love  forsake. 
Then  may  His  children  cease  to  sing. 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King  ! 


HYMN  297.  C.  M. 

HOW  rich  Thy  favours,  God  of  grace  ! 
How  various  and  divine  ! 
Full  as  the  ocean  they  are  poured. 
And  bright  as  heaven  they  shine. 
22*  R 


258  PEACE. 

2  He  to  eternal  glory  calls, 

And  leads  the  wondrous  way 
To  His  own  palace,  where  He  reigns 
In  uncreated  day. 

3  Jesus  the  herald  of  His  love 

Displays  the  radiant  prize, 
And  shows  the  purchase  of  His  blood 
To  our  adoring  eyes. 

4  The  songs  of  everlasting  years 

That  mercy  shall  attend. 
Which  leads,  through  sufferings  of  an  hour, 
To  joys  that  never  end. 


PEACE. 


HYM]^  298.  P.  M. 

MY  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt ! 
Oh  !  may  Thy  will  be  mine  I 
Into  Thy  hand  of  love 

I  would  my  all  resign. 
Through  sorrow,  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  Thine  own. 
And  help  me  still  to  say. 
My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  I 

2  My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt! 
If  needy  here  and  poor, 
Give  me  Thy  people's  bread. 
Their  portion  rich  and  sure. 


PEACE.  259 

The  manna  of  Thy  word 

Let  my  soul  feed  upon; 
And  if  all  else  should  fail, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done ! 

My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt! 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear. 
Since  Thou  on  earth  hast  wept 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  Thee, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  I 

My  Saviour  as  Thou  wilt ! 

All  shall  be  well  for  me  : 
Each  changing  future  scene, 

I  gladly  trust  with  Thee. 
Straight  to  my  home  above 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing  in  life  or  death, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  ! 


HYMN  299.  L.  M. 

OTHOU  by  long  experience  tried, 
Near  whom  no  grief  can  long  abide, 
My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 
My  years  of  pilgrimage  are  spent. 

2  My  heart  reposing  on  Thy  love, 
All  scenes  alike  engaging  prove  ; 
Where'er  I  dwell,  I  dwell  with  Thee, 
At  home,  abroad,  on  land  or  sea. 


260  PEACE. 

I 

3  To  me  remains  nor  place  nor  time, 
My  country  is  in  every  clime  ; 

I  can  be  calm,  and  free  from  care, 
On  any  shore,  since  Thou  art  there. 

4  Could  I  be  cast  where  Thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
Secure  of  finding  Thee  in  all. 


HYMN  300.  III.  3. 

ALL  unseen  the  Master  walketh 
By  the  toiling  servant's  side  ; 
Comfortable  words  He  speaketh, 
While  his  hands  uphold  and  guide. 

2  Grief,  nor  pain,  nor  any  sorrow 

Rends  thy  heart,  to  Him  unknown ; 
He  to-day,  and  He  to-morrovv^, 
Grace  sufficient  gives  His  own. 

3  Holy  strivings  nerve  and  strengthen, 

Long  endurance  wins  the  crown  ; 

When  the  evening  shadows  lengthen, 

Thou  shalt  lay  thy  burden  down. 


HYMN  301.  C.  M. 

OLORD  !  my  best  desire  fulfil ! 
And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  Thy  will, 
And  make  Thy  pleasure  mine. 


PEACE.  261 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  Thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No,  rather  let  me  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  Thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favour,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way, 

Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 
The  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crush'd  before  the  moth. 

6  But  ah  !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  Thy  sway  ! 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  the  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 


HYMN  302.  III.  4. 

QUIET,  Lord,  my  froward  heart, 
Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  art. 

Make  me  as  a  w^eaned  child  ; 
From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
Pleas'd  with  all  that  pleases  Thee. 


262  PEACE. 

2  What  Thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 
Let  me  as  a  child  receive  ; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide, 

Calmly  to  Thy  wisdom  leave  ; 
'Tis  enough  that  Thou  wilt  care, 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear  ? 


As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own  ; 

Knows  he's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 
Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone ; 

Let  me  thus  with  Thee  abide. 

As  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide. 


HYMN  303.  IIL  1. 

WHEN,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  be 
Perfectly  resign'd  to  Thee  ? 
Poor  and  vile  in  mine  own  eyes. 
Only  in  Thy  wisdom  wise  ? 


2  Only  Thee  content  to  know, 
Ignorant  of  all  below  ? 
Only  guided, by  Thy  light  ? 
Only  mighty  in  Thy  might? 


3  Fully  let  my  life  express 
All  the  heights  of  holiness ; 
Sweetly  let  my  spirit  prove 
All  the  depths  of  humble  love. 


PEACE.  263 


HYM^  304.  C.  M. 

IN  tears  and  trials  we  must  sow 
To  reap  in  joy  and  love, 
We  cannot  find  our  home  below, 
And  look  for  one  above. 

2  Children  of  God  have  ever  thus 

In  wisdom  leavn'd  to  grow  ; 
Yea,  He  who  gave  Himself  for  us 
Was  perfected  by  woe. 

3  Thou,  Man  of  Sorrows,  Thou  didst  not 

The  bitter  cup  decline ; 
Why  should  I  claim  a  better  lot, 
A  smoother  path  than  Thine  ? 

4  Intent  the  guiltless  blood  to  shed, 

That  should  for  guilt  atone, 
Thou  didst  the  mighty  wine-press  tread, 
Unshrinking,  though  alone. 

5  And  shall  I  murmur  or  repine 

At  aught  Thy  hand  may  send  ? 
Nay,  I  my  all  to  Thee  resign. 
My  ever-ruling  Frielid. 


HYMN  305.  C.  M. 

OH !  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me  ; 


264  PEACE. 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone  ; 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

BelieTing,  true,  and  clean  ! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within  ; 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy.  Lord,  of  Thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  Thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 

HYMN  306.  C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray, 
And  pastures  ever  green. 
Where  sultry  sun,  or  stormy  day, 
Or  night  is  never  seen. 

2  Far  up  the  everlasting  hills. 

In  God's  own  light  it  lies; 
His  smile  its  vast  dimension  fills 
With  joy  that  never  dies. 

3  One  narrow  vale,  one  darksome  wave. 

Divides  that  land  from  this  ; 
I  have  a  Shepherd  pledg'd  to  save. 
And  bear  me  home  to  bliss. 


TRIALS.  265 


4  Soon  at  His  feet  my  soul  will  lie, 

In  life's  last  struggling  breath  ; 
But  I  shall  only  seem  to  die. 
I  shall  not  taste  of  death. 

5  Far  from  this  guilty  world,  to  be 

Exempt  from  toil  and  strife ; 
To  spend  eternity  with  Thee, 
My  Saviour,  this  is  life  ! 


TRIALS. 


HYMN  307.  P.  M. 

WHEN  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God, 
In  trial's  fearful  hour, 
Bow,  all  resign'd,  beneath  His  rod, 

And  bless  His  sparing  power; 
A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress, 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness, 

0  to  be  brought  to  Jesus'  feet. 
Though  sorrows  fix  me  there, 

Is  still  a  privilege  ;  and  sweet 
The  energies  of  prayer ; 

Though  sighs  and  tears  its  language  be, 

If  Christ  be  nigh,  and  smile  on  me. 

0  blessed  be  the  hand  that  gave, 

Still  blessed  when  it  takes. 
Blessed  be  He  who  smites  to  save. 

Who  heals  the  heart  He  breaks ; 
Perfect  and  true  are  all  His  ways, 
Whom  heaven  adores,  and  earth  obeys. 

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266  TRIALS. 


HYMN  308.  P.  M. 

A  LMIGHTY  God  !  I  call  to  Thee, 
iX  By  sore  temptation  shaken ; 
Incline  Thy  gracious  ear  to  me, 

And  leave  me  not  forsaken  ; 
For  who  that  feels  the  power  within 
Of  past  remorse  and  present  sin. 
Can  stand,  0  Lord,  before  .Thee  ? 

On  Thee  alone  my  stay  I  place, 

All  human  help  rejecting, 
Kelvin g  on  Thy  sovereign  grace, 

Thy  sovereign  aid  expecting  j 
I  rest  upon  Thy  sacred  word. 
That  Thou  'It  repel  him  not,  0  Lord, 
Who  to  Thy  mercy  fleeth. 

And  though  I  travail  all  the  night, 
And  travail  all  the  morrow. 

My  trust  is  in  Jehovah's  might. 
My  triumph  in  my  sorrow  ; 

Forgetting  not  that  Thou  of  old, 

Didst  Israel,  though  weak,  uphold  ; 

When  weakest,  then  most  loving  ! 

What  though  my  sinfulness  be  great, 

Redeeming  love  is  greater ; 
What  though  all  hell  should  lie  in  wait, 

Supreme  is  my  Creator; 
And  He  my  Kock  and  Fortress  is, 
And  when  most  helpless,  most  I'm  His, 
My  Strength  and  my  Redeemer. 


TRIALS.  26t 


HYMN  309.  III.  1. 

GENTLY,  gently  lay  Thy  rod 
On  my  sinful  head,  0  God  ! 
•     Stay  Thy  wrath,  in  mercy  stay, 
Lest  I  sink  beneath  its  sway. 

2  Heal  me,  for  my  flesh  is  weak, 
Hear  me,  for  Thy  grace  I  seek; 
This  the  only  plea  I  make. 
Heal  me  for  thy  mercy's  sake. 

3  Who,  within  the  silent  grave, 
Shall  proclaim  Thy  power  to  save  ? 
Lord  1  my  sinking  soul  reprieve  ; 
Speak !  and  I  shall  rise  and  live. 

4  Lo  !  He  comes  —  He  heeds  my  plea, 
Lo  !  He  comes  —  the  shadows  flee  ; 
Glory  round  me  dawns  once  more  ; 
Kise,  my  spirit,  and  adore. 


HYMN  310.  0.  M. 

DEAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  Thee,  when  sorrows  rise. 
On  Thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

To  Thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 
For  Thou  alone  canst  heal ; 

Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 


268  TRIALS. 

3  But  0  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  Thee  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  Thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

6  Hast  Thou  not  bid  me  seek  Thy  face  ? 
And  shall  I  seek  in  vain? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
13e  deaf  when  I  complain  ? 

6  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still, 
Here  let  my  soul  retreat : 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  Thy  feet. 

HYMN  311.  0.  M. 

AFFLICTION  is  a  stormy  deep, 
Where  wave  resounds  to  wave  ! 
Though  o'er  our  heads  the  billows  roll, 
We  know  the  Lord  can  save. 

2  When  darkness,  and  when  sorrows  rose, 

And  pressed  on  every  side. 
The  Lord  hath  still  sustained  our  steps. 
And  still  hath  been  our  Guide. 

3  Perhaps  before  the  morning  dawn, 

He  will  restore  our  peace  ; 
For  He  who  bade  the  tempest  roar 
Can  bid  the  tempest  cease. 
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Here  will  we  rest,  hei-e  build  our  hopes, 

Nor  murmur  at  His  rod  ; 
He's  more  to  us  than  all  the  world, 

Our  Health,  our  Life,  our  God. 


HYMN  312.  L.  M. 

THE  darken'd  sky,  how  thick  it  lowers. 
Troubled  with  storms  and  big  with  showers 
No  cheerful  gleam  of  light  appears, 
But  nature  poureth  forth  her  tears. 

2  Yet  let  the  sons  of  grace  revive  ; 
He  bids  the  soul  that  seeks  Him,  live: 
And  from  the  gloomiest  shade  of  night 
Calls  forth  a  morning  of  delight. 


3  The  seeds  of  ecstacy  unknown 
Are  in  the  water'd  furrows  sown  ; 

And  heaven  shall  pour  its  beams  around, 
Till  the  ripe  harvest  load  the  ground. 

4  Then  shall  the  trembling  mourner  come, 
And  bind  his  sheaves,  and  bear  them  home  I 
The  voice  long  broke  with  sighs  shall  sing, 
Till  heaven  with  hallelujahs  ring  ! 


HYMN  313.  S.  M. 

YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take  : 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

9S* 


?tO  TRIALS. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home, 

And  nearer  to  our  house  above 

We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine, 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  His  name. 

5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  His  control ; 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  0  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  Thee  I 
Who  w^aits  for  Thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  see. 

HYMN  314.  III.  3. 

}7^ULL  of  trembling  expectation, 
.     Feeling  much,  and  fearing  more. 
Mighty  Lord  of  my  salvation, 

I  Thy  timely  aid  implore  ; 
By  Thy  suffering,  0  be  near  me. 
All  my  sufferings  to  sustain ; 
By  Thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me, 
By  Thy  more  than  mortal  pain. 


TRIALS.  2tl 

Call  to  mind  that  unknown  anguish, 

In  the  days  of  flesh  below ; 
When  thy  troubled  soul  did  languish 

Under  a  whole  world  of  woe  ; 
When  Thou  didst  our  curse  inherit, 

Groan  beneath  our  guilty  load, 
Burden'd  with  a  wounded  spirit, 

Bruised  beneath  the  hand  of  God. 


By  Thy  dread,  unknown  temptation. 

In  that  dark,   Satanic  hour; 
By  Thy  last,  mysterious  passion. 

Screen  me  from  the  tempter's  power. 
By  Thy  fainting  in  the  garden, 

By  Thy  bloody  sweat,  I  pray, 
Write  upon  my  heart  the  pardon, 

Take  my  sins  and  fears  away. 

By  the  travail  of  Thy  Spirit, 

By  thine  outcry  on  the  tree. 
By  Thine  agonizing  merit, 

In  my  pangs  remember  me ! 
By  Thy  precious  death  assuring. 

My  poor  dying  soul  befriend. 
And  with  patience,  all  enduring. 

Make  me  faithful  to  the  end. 


HYMN  315.  L.  M. 

THE  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wint'ry  sky  ; 
Out  of  the  depths  to  Thee  I  call ; 
My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 


2T2  TRIALS. 

2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  storm 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill : 
Control  the  waves ;  say,  "Peace  !  be  still." 


3  Amid  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hopes  on  Thee  ; 
Thy  constant  love,  Thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Though  tempest-toss'd,  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek  : 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 

HYMN  316.  L.  M. 

ETERNAL  beam  of  light  divine, 
Fountain  of  unexhausted  love ; 
In  whom  the  Father's  glories  shine. 

Through  earth  beneath,  and  Heaven  above 

2  Jesus,  the  weary  wand'rer's  rest. 
Give  me  Thy  easy  yoke  to  bear ; 
With  steadfast  patience  arm  my  breast, 
With  trustful  love  and  lowly  fear. 

8  Thankful  I  take  the  cup  from  Thee, 
Prepared  and  mingled  by  Thy  skill : 
Though  bitter  to  the  taste  it  be. 
It  hath  the  power  to  heal  me  still. 

4  Be  thou,  O  Rock  of  ages,  nigh  ! 

That  I  each  murm'ring  thought  may  shun  ; 
And  grief  and  fear  and  care  shall  fly, 
As  clouds  before  the  mid-day  sun. 


TRIALS.  2t3 

5  Speak  to  my  warring  passions,  —  Peace  ; 

Say  to  my  trembling  heart,  —  Be  still ; 
Thy  power  can  bid  the  conflict  cease, 
For  all  things  serve  Thy  sov'reign  will. 

6  0  death  !  where  is  tliy  sting  ?  Where  now 

Thy  boasted  victory,  0  grave  ? 
Who  shall  contend  with  God  ?  or  how 
Can  he  be  hurt  whom  God  will  save  ? 

HYM^  317.  C.  M. 

THOU  art  my  hiding  place,  0  Lord  ! 
In  Thee  I  fix  my  trust, 
Encouraged  by  Thy  holy  word, 
A  feeble  child  of  dust. 

2  I  have  no  argument  beside, 

I  urge  no  other  plea. 
And  'tis  enough  —  the  Saviour  died. 
The  Saviour  died  for  me. 

3  When  storms  of  fierce  temptation  beat, 

And  furious  foes  assail. 
My  refuge  is  the  mercy-seat, 
My  hope  within  the  veil. 

4  From  strife  of  tongues  and  bitter  words, 

My  Spirit  flies  to  Thee ; 
Joy  to  my  heart  the  thought  affords. 
My  Saviour  died  for  me. 

5  And  when  Thine  awful  voice  commands 

This  body  to  decay. 
And  life,  in  its  last  lingering  sands, 
Is  ebbing  fast  away ; 


2H  TRIALS. 

6  Then,  though  it  be  m  accents  weak, 
My  voice  shall  call  on  Thee, 
And  ask  for  strength  in  death  to  speak, 
"My  Saviour  died  for  me." 

HYMN  318.  C.  M. 

NOW  to  the  haven  of  Thy  breast, 
0  Son  of  Man,   I  fly  ; 
Be  Thou  my  refuge  and  my  rest. 
For  0  !  the  storm  is  high. 

2  Protect  me  from  the  furious  blast, 

My  shield  and  shelter  be  ; 
Hide  me,  my  Saviour,  till  o'erpast 
The  storm  of  sin  I  see. 

3  As  welcome  as  the  water-spring 

Is  to  a  barren  place, 
Jesus,  descend  on  me,  and  bring 
Thy  sweet,  refreshing  grace. 

4  As  o'er  a  parched  and  weary  land, 

A  rock  its  shade  doth  spread, 
So  hide  me.  Saviour,  with  Thy  hand, 
And  screen  my  naked  head. 

5  In  all  the  times  of  my  distress, 

Thou  hast  my  succour  been ; 
And,  in  my  utter  helplessness, 
Restraining  me  from  sin. 

6  How  swift  to  save  me  didst  Thou  move. 

In  every  trying  hour ; 
0  1  still  protect  me  with  Thy  love. 
And  shield  me  with  Thy  power. 


1 


TRIALS.  2^5 


HYMN  319.  C.  M. 

OTHOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 
I  lift  my  soul  to  Thee  ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  w^oes, 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

2  If  on  my  head  for  Thy  dear  name 
Shame  and  reproaches  be, 
All  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame; 
If  Thou  remember  me  ! 


3  If  worn  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief. 

This  feeble  body  be  ; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 

0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

4  When,  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death, 

1  wait  Thy  just  decree. 

Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath ; 
0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

5  And  when  before  Thy  throne  I  stand, 

And  lift  my  soul  to  Thee, 
There,  with  the  saints  at  Thy  right  hand, 
0  Lord,  remember  me ! 


HYMN  320.  C.  M. 

WHEN  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 
And  mourns  the  i^resent  pain, 
'Tis  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last. 
And  feel  that  death  is  s-ain. 


276  TRIALS. 

2  'Tis  not  that  muraiuring  thoughts  arise, 
And  dread  a  Father's  will ; 
'Tis  not  that  meek  submission  flies, 
And  would  not  suffer  still : 


3  It  is  that  heaven-born  faith  surveys 

The  path  that  leads  to  light, 
And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise. 
And  lose  herself  in  sight. 

4  0  let  me  wing  my  hallo^v'd  flight 

From  earth-born  woe  and  care. 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night. 
My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share. 


HYMN  321.  S.  M. 

OLEAD  me  to  the  Rock 
J   That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  Thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

2  Within  Thy  presence,  Lord, 
Forever  I'll  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refugee  where  I  hide. 


3  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  Thy  name  ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 


TRIALS.  277 


HYMN  322.  IL  1. 

THY  mercy  heard  my  infant  prayer  ; 
Thy  love,  with  all  a  parent's  care, 
Sustain 'd  ray  childish  days  : 
Thy  goodness  watch'd  my  ripening  youth 
And  form'd  my  heart  to  love  Thy  truth, 
And  fill'd  my  lips  with  praise. 

2  Then  e'en  in  age  and  grief,  Thy  name 
Shall  still  my  languid  heart  inflame, 

And  bow  my  faltering  knee  : 
Oh  !  yet  this  bosom  feels  the  fire, 
This  trembling  hand  and  tuneless  lyre 

Have  yet  a  strain  for  Thee  ! 

3  Yes  !  broken,  tuneless,  still,  0  Lord, 
This  voice  transported  shall  record 

Thy  goodness  tried  so  long  ; 
Till  sinking  slow,  with  calm  decay, 
Its  feeble  murmurs  melt  away 

Into  a  seraph's  song. 


HYMN  323.  Ill  4. 

JESUS'  hour  is  not  yet  come  : 
Let  this  word  thine  answer  be. 
Pilgrim,  asking  for  thy  home. 

Longing  to  be  blest  and  free ; 
Yet  a  season  tarry  on  ; 
Nobly  borne  is  nobly  done. 
24 


2T8  TRIALS. 

2  While  oppressing  pains  and  fears, 
Night  and  day  thy  spirit  grieve, 
Still  prolong'd  through  many  jears. 

None  to  help  thee  or  relieve ; 
Hold  the  word  of  promise  fast, 
Till  deliverance  come  at  last. 


Dost  thou  ask,  When  comes  His  hour  ? 

Then,  when  it  shall  aid  thee  best; 
Trust  His  faithfulness  and  power. 

Trust  in  Him  and  calmly  rest ; 
Suffer  on,  and  hope,  and  wait ; 
Jesus  never  comes  too  late. 


Blessed  day  which  hastens  fast, 
End  of  conflict  and  of  sin  I 

Death  itself  shall  die  at  last. 
Heaven's  eternal  joys  begin : 

Then  eternity  shall  prove, 

God  is  Light,  and  God  is  Love. 


HYMN  324.  S.  M. 

THOU  very  present  aid 
In  suffering  and  distress ; 
The  mind  which  still  on  Thee  is  stay'd, 
Is  kept  in  perfect  peace. 


2  The  soul  by  faith  reclined 
On  the  Redeemer's  breast, 
'Mid  raging  storms,  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 


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3  It  hallows  every  cross ; 

It  sweetly  comforts  me  ; 
Makes  me  forget  my  every  loss, 
And  find  my  all  in  Thee. 

4  Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly, 

Doth  all  my  wishes  fill ; 
What  though  created  streams  are  dry, 
I  have  the  fountain  still. 


Stripp'd  of  each  earthly  friend, 

I  find  them  all  in  one ; 
And  peace  and  joy  which  never  end, 

And  heaven,  in  Christ,  begun. 


THE    CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

HYMN  325.  III.  4. 

QAYIOUR  !  once  to  Thee  presented, 
1^  At  Thy  footstool  I  was  laid  : 
In  life's  bloom,  my  heart  consented 
To  the  vows  my  sponsors  made ; 
Thine  in  infancy  and  youth, 
Should  I  not  have  kept  Thy  truth  ? 

Thine  by  right,  as  my  Creator, 
Who  my  two-fold  life  bestow'd. 

Saved  by  Thee,  my  Mediator, 

Ransom'd  with  Thy  precious  blood  ; 

Thine  by  my  baptismal  vow. 

Shall  my  heart  forsake  Thee  now  ? 


280  THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

3  No  !  not  far  then  let  me  wander, 

Thou  hast  stricken  to  reclaim  ; 
O'er  the  guilty  past  I  ponder, 

Overwhelm'd  with  grief  and  shame 
Still  that  Lord  whose  seal  I  wear, 
Pours  for  me  th'  availing  prayer. 

4  Welcome  the  severest  token, 

That  God  "lets  me  not  alone ;" 
Though  His  cov'nant  I  have  broken, 

He  reclaims  me  as  His  own  ; 
Saviour,  now  my  soul  restore, 
Bid  me  "  Go  and  sin  no  more." 


HYMN  326.  HI.  3. 

TESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  Thee; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  Pve  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  • 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  I 
God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 


2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me. 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  : 
And  while  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might. 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me ; 

Show  Thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE.  281 

3  Men  may  trouble  and  distress  mo, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
Oh  !   'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  Thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh  !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmix'd  with  Thee. 

4  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation, 

Kise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  ; 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

5  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  prayer ; 
Heaven's  eternal  gates  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition. 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

HYMN  327.  III.  2. 

AM  I  called  ?  and  can  it  be  ? 
Has  the  Saviour  pitied  me  ? 
Guilty,  wretched  as  I  am. 
Has  He  named  my  worthless  name  ? 
Yilest  of  the  vile  am  I ; 
Dare  I  raise  my  hopes  so  high  ? 
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282  THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE, 

2  Am  I  called  ?  I  dare  not  stay, 
May  not,  must  not  disobey ; 
Here  I  lay  me  at  Thy  feet, 
Clinging  to  the  mercy-seat ; 
Thine  I  am  and  Thine  alone ; 
Lord,  with  me  Thy  will  be  done. 

3  Am  I  called  ?  what  shall  I  bring 
As  an  offering  to  my  king  ? 
Poor  and  blind  and  naked,  I 
Trembling  at  Thy  footstool  lie  ; 
Nought  but  sin  I  call  my  own, 
Nor  for  sin  can  sin  atone. 


Am  I  called  ?  an  heir  of  God ! 
Wash'd,  redeemed  by  precious  blood  I 
Father,  lead  me  by  Thy  hand. 
Guide  me  to  that  better  land. 
Where  my  soul  shall  be  at  rest, 
Pillow'd  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 


HYMN  328.  C.  M. 

SHALL  Simon  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free? 
No  !  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 


2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 
Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ; 
For  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 


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3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free  ; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

4  Upon  the  crystal  pavement  down 

At  Jesus'  pierced  feet, 
Joyful,  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown, 
And  His  dear  name  repeat. 

5  And  palms  shall  wave,  and  harps  shall  ring 

Beneath  heaven's  arches  high, 
"  The  Lord  that  lives," — the  ransomed  sing, 
"That  lives  no  more  to  die." 

HYMN  329.  C.  M. 

HOW  blessed,  from  the  bonds  of  sin 
And  earthly  fetters  free. 
In  singleness  of  heart  and  aim. 

Thy  servant,  Lord,  to  be  ! 
The  hardest  toil  to  undertake 
With  joy  at  Thy  command  ! 
The  meanest  office  to  receive 
With  meekness  at  Thy  hand  ! 

2  With  willing  heart  and  longing  eyes, 

To  watch  before  Thy  gate, 
Ready  to  run  the  weary  race. 

To  bear  the  heavy  weight ; 
No  voice  of  thunder  to  expect, 

But  follow  calm  and  still, 
For  love  can  easily  divine 

The  One  Beloved's  will. 


284  THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

3  Thus  may  I  serve  Thee,  Gracious  Lord  ! 
_  Thus  ever  Thine  alone, 

My  soul  and  body  given  to  Thee, 
The  purchase  Thou  hast  won : 

Through  evil  and  through  good  report 
Still  waiting  at  Thy  side, 

By  life  or  death,  in  this  poor  flesh 
Let  Christ  be  magnified  ! 

4  How  happily  the  working  days 

In  this  dear  service  fly  ! 
How  rapidly  the  closing  hour, 

The  time  of  rest,  draws  nigh, 
When  all  the  faithful  gather  home, 

A  joyful  company  ! 
And  ever  where  the  Master  is, 

There  shall  His  servants  be. 


HYMN  330.  L.  M. 

THOU,  whom  my  soul  admires  above 
All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love. 
Tell  me,  dear  Slaepherd,  let  me  know. 
Where  do  Thy  sweetest  pastures  grow  ? 

2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock 
That  from  the  sun  defends  Thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  Thy  sheep, 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  Why  should  Thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  seek  another  love. 


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The  footsteps  of  thy  flock  I  see  ; 

Thy  sweetest  pastures  here  they  be  ; 

A  wondrous  feast  T]iy  love  prepares, 

Bought  with  Thy  wounds,  and  groans,  and  tears. 


5  His  dearest  flesh  He  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  His  richest  blood  ; 
Safe  on  these  hills,  my  soul  would  roam. 
Till  my  Beloved  leads  me  home. 


HYMN  331.  C.  M. 

JESUS,  since  first  I  heard  Thy  voice 
And  Thy  dear  cross  survey 'd, 
I've  longed  to  make  the  happy  choice 
Thy  favour'd  Mary  made, 

2  0  may  it  be  my  business  here 
Thro'  all  my  years  and  days. 
To  wait  on  Thee,  Thy  word  to  hear, 
And  run  in  all  Thy  ways. 


3  In  this  vain  world  let  others  meet 

The  pleasures  of  their  choice, 
But  let  me  sit  at  Jesus'  feet. 
And  in  His  love  rejoice. 

4  Wealth  that  the  world  hath  not  to  give 

My  Saviour  shall  supply, 
I  wish  at  Jesus'  feet  to  live. 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  die. 


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HYMN  332.  S.  M. 

MY  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 
Against  thy  heavenly  crown, 
Nor  suffer  Satan's  deadliest  strife 
To  beat  thy  courage  down. 

2  With  prayer  and  crying  strong 

Hold  on  the  fearful  fight, 
And  let  the  breaking  day  prolong 
The  wrestling  of  the  night. 

3  The  foe  will  surely  yield, 

If  thou  thy  part  fulfil ; 
For  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield, 
Thy  sword  is  stronger  still. 

4  Thine  armour  is  divine. 

Thy  feet  with  victory  shod  ; 
And  on  thy  head  shall  quickly  shine 
The  diadem  of  God. 


HYMN  333.  III.  1. 

NAY,  I  cannot  let  Thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  Thou  bestow; 
Do  not  turn  away  Thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 
Scorn  Thy  grace,  Thy  power  defy. 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  -v^as  I. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE.  28'2 

3  Once  a  sinner,  near  despair, 
Sought  Thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer  ; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free, 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

4  Many  years  have  pass'd  since  then  ; 
Many  changes  have  I  seen  ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now ; 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  Thou  ?    . 

5  Thou  hast  help'd  in  every  need. 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  : 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  Thou  let  me  sink  at  last ! 

6  No  !  I  must  maintain  my  hold ; 
'Tis  Thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  : 
I  can  no  denial  take. 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

HYMN  334.  C.  M. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  His  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease. 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face, 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  Grod  ? 


288  THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ;  \ 

I'll  bear  the  cross,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  Thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
With  faith's  enraptured  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  Thine  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  Thine. 

,   HYMN  335.  S.  M. 

TEACH  me,  my  God  and  King, 
Thy  will  in  all  to  see ; 
And  what  I  do  in  anything, 
To  do  it  as  for  Thee ; 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 

While  still  to  Thee  I  tend  ! 
In  all  I  do,  be  Thou  the  way. 
In  all,  be  Thou  the  end. 

3  All  may  of  Thee  partake  ; 

Nothing  so  small  can  be 
But  draws,  when  done  for  Thy  dear  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  Thee. 

4  If  done  beneath  Thy  laws. 

E'en  servile  labours  shine  ; 
Hallow'd  is  toil,  if  Thine  the  cause  ; 
The  meanest  work,  divine. 


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HYMN  336.  L.  M. 

OLORD,  Thy  counsels  and  Thy  care 
My  safety  and  my  comfort  are  ; 
And  Thou  shalt  guide  me  through  my  race, 
Till  glory  crown  the  work  of  grace. 

2  On  whom  but  Thee,  in  heaven  above, 
Can  I  repose  my  trust,  or  love  ? 
And  shall  an  earthly  object  be 
Loved  in  comparison  with  Thee  ? 

3  My  flesh  is  hast'ning  to  decay  ; 

Soon  shall  the  world  have  pass'd  away ; 

And  what  can  mortal  friends  avail, 

When  heart,  and  strenorth,  and  life  shall  fail  ? 


4  But  Oh  !  my  Saviour,  be  Thou  nigh, 
And  I  will  triumph  when  I  die  ; 
My  strength,  my  portion,  is  divine  ; 
And  Jesus  is  forever  mine  ! 


HYMN  337.  L.  M. 

BESET  with  snares  on  every  hand. 
In  Life's  uncertain  path  I  stand ; 
Saviour  divine,  diffuse  Thy  light, 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

Engage  this  roving,  treacherous  heart, 
To  fix  on  Mary's  better  part; 
To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 
For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 
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290  THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise, 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies ; 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  Thou,  my  Jesus,  still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die  ; 
Secure  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  Thee. 


HYMN  338.  C.  M. 

LORD,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care, 
Whether  I  die  or  live  ; 
To  love  and  serve  Thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  Thy  grace  must  give. 

2  If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad. 

That  I  may  long  obey  ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  soar  to  endless  day? 

3  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 

Than  He  went  through  before  ; 
Whoe'er  into  His  kingdom  comes, 
Must  enter  by  His  door. 

4  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  has  made  me  meet, 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ; 
For  if  Thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  will  Thy  glory  be  ? 

5  Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary,  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 
That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 


THE    CHRISTIAN     LIFE.  291 

6  My  knowledge  of  tliat  life  is  small, 
The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  ; 
But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  Him 

HYMI^  339.  P.  M. 

NEARER,  my  God,  to  Thee  I 
Nearer  to  Thee  I 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me ; 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  1 

2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 

Weary  and  lone. 
Darkness  comes  over  me. 

My  rest  a  stone. 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  I 

3  There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  I 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 
Altars  I'll  raise  ; 


292  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

5  And  when  on  joyful  whig, 
Cleavmg  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly  ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  I 


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MORNING. 
HYMN  340.  S.  M. 

Daily  Prayer. 

COME  at  the  morning  hour, 
Come  let  us  kneel  and  pray, 
Prayer  is  the  Christian  pilgrim's  staff, 
To  walk  with  God  all  day. 

2  At  Noon,  beneath  the  Rock 

Of  Ages,  rest  and  pray  ; 
Sweet  is  that  shadow  from  the  heat, 
When  the  sun  smites  by  day. 

3  At  Eve  shut  to  the  door, 

Bound  the  home-altar  pray. 
And  finding  there  "the  House  of  God," 
At  "heaven's  gate"  close  the  day. 


FAMILY    DEVOTION.  293 

When  Midnight  seals  our  eyes, 

Let  each  in  spirit  say, 
"  I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh,  Lord, 

With  Thee  to  watch  and  pray." 


HYMN  341.  C.  M. 

ONCE  more  the  sun  is  beaming  bright 
Once  more  to  God  we  pray, 
That  his  eternal  light  may  guide 
And  cheer  our  souls  this  day. 


2  Oh,  may  no  sin  our  hands  defile, 
Or  cause  our  minds  to  rove; 
Upon  our  lips  be  simple  truth, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 


3  Throughout  the  day,  0  Christ,  in  Thee 

May  ready  help  be  found. 
To  save  our  souls  from  Satan's  wiles, 
Who  still  is  hovering  round. 

4  Subservient  to  Thy  daily  praise 

Our  daily  toil  shall  be ; 
So  may  our  works  in  Thee  begun 
Be  further'd.  Lord,  by  Thee. 

5  To  God  the  Father,   God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Eternal  glory  be  from  men. 
And  from  the  angel  host. 
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294  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 


HYMN  342.  L.  M. 

0  JESUS,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace, 
Thou  brightness  of  Thy  Father's  face 
Thou  fountain  of  eternal  light, 
Whose  beams  disperse  the  shades  of  night; 

2  Come,  holy  Sun  of  Heavenly  love, 
Shower  down  Thy  radiance  from  above  ; 
And  to  our  inmost  hearts  convey 

The  Holy  Spirit's  cloudless  day, 

3  May  faith,  deep-rooted  in  the  soul, 
Subdue  our  flesh,  our  minds  control ; 
May  guile  depart,  and  discord  cease, 
And  all  within  be  joy  and  peace. 

4  0,  hallow'd  be  the  new-born  day  ! 
Let  meekness  be  our  morning  ray. 
And  faithful  love  our  noon-day  light, 
And  hope  our  sunset,  calm  and  bright. 

5  0  Christ,  with  each  returning  morn, 
Thine  image  to  our  hearts  be  borne ; 
O  may  we  ever  clearly  see 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  in  Thee  ! 


HYMN  343.  L.  M. 

OH  !  timely  happy,  timely  wise, 
Hearts  that  with  rising  morn  arise  I 
Eyes  that  the  beam  celestial  view, 
Which  evermore  makes  all  things  new  I 


FAMILY    DEVOTION.  295 

2  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove ; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

3  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray ; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

4  If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find. 

New  treasures  still  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

5  Old  friends,  old  scenes,  will  lovelier  be, 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each  we  see  ; 
Some  softening  gleam  of  love  and  prayer 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 

6  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task. 
Will  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask ; 
Room  to  deny  ourselves ;  a  road 
To  bring  us,  daily,  nearer  God. 

HYMN  344.  L.  M. 

UP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  skies  ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  soul  derives. 
There  my  Almighty  refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives  —  the  everlasting  God 

That  built  the  world,  that  spread  the  flood ; 
The  heavens  with  all  their  hosts  He  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 


)6  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  He  guards  our  way ; 
His  morning  smiles  bless  all  the  day  : 
He  spreads  the  evening  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours,  while  Israel  sleeps. 

4  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  nor  slumber,  nor  surprise. 


HYMN  345.  HI.  1. 

SOURCE  of  light  and  life  divine, 
Who  dost  make  the  light  to  shine  ; 
Who  didst  deck  creation's  birth. 
Light  from  darkness  calling  forth  : 

2  Shade  of  eve  and  morning  ray. 
Who  didst  join  and  name  them  day  ; 
Darksome  night  again  draws  nigh, 
Listen  to  our  suppliant  cry. 

3  Let  us  not,  by  sin  deprest, 
Lose  the  way  to  endless  rest ; 
Let  no  thoughts  impure  and  vain, 
Down  to  earth  our  spirits  chain. 

4  Rather  lift  them  to  the  skies, 
Where  our  dearest  treasure  lies ; 
Help  us  in  our  daily  strife, 
Help  us  win  the  prize  of  life. 


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HYMIS^  346.  L.  M. 

IN  sleep's  serene  oljiivion  laid, 
I  safely  pass'd  the  silent  night ; 
Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, 
I  drink  again  the  morning  light. 

2  New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour. 

Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be  ; 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power, 
And  springs,  my  guardian  God,  to  Thee  I 

3  0  guide  me  through  the  various  maze 

My  doubtful  feet  are  doom'd  to  tread ; 
And  spread  Thy  shield's  protecting  blaze 
When  dangers  press  around  my  head. 

4  A  deeper  shade  will  soon  impend  ; 

A  deeper  sleep  mine  eyes  oppress  ; 

Yet  then  Thy  strength  shall  still  defend, 

Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 

5  Tha-t  deeper  shade  shall  break  away ; 

That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  mine  eyes ; 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day, 
Thy  love,  the  rapture  of  the  skies. 


HYMN  347.  L.  M. 

FORTH  in  Thy  name,  0  Lord,  we  go, 
Our  daily  labour  to  pursue  ; 
Thee,  only  Thee,  resolved  to  know, 
In  all  we  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 


298  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

2  Still  would  we  bear  Thy  easy  yoke, 

And  every  moment  watch  and  pray ; 
Would  still  to  things  eternal  look, 
And  hasten  to  Thy  glorious  day. 

3  For  Thee  alone  we  would  employ 

Whate'er  Thy  bounteous  grace  hath  given  ; 
Would  run  our  course  with  even  joy, 
And  closely  walk  with  Thee  to  heaven. 


HYMN  348.  C.  M. 

Sunday  Morning. 

WHEN  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 
And  sighs  her  God  to  seek, 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close, 
That  ends  the  weary  week  ! 

2  How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn, 

That  opens  on  the  sight. 
When  first  that  soul-reviving  morn 
Sheds  forth  new  rays  of  light ! 

3  Sweet  day  !  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease  ; 

Yet  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  heavenly  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 

4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done. 

The  world's  long  week  be  o'er, 
That  Sabbath  dawn,  which  needs  no  sun, 
That  day,  which  fades  no  more  ? 


FAMILY     DEVOTION.  299 

EVENING. 

HYMN  349.  L.  M. 

THUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  ; 
Thus  far  His  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  His  praise. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home ; 
But  He  forgives  my  follies  past ; 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  Thy  voice  to  rend  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

HYMN  350.  III.  1. 

INTERVAL  of  grateful  shade. 
Welcome  to  my  weary  head  ; 
Welcome  slumber  to  mine  eyes. 
Tired  with  glaring  vanities. 

2  My  great  Master  still  bestows 
Needful  seasons  of  repose : 
By  my  heav'nly  Father  blest, 
Thus  I  give  my  pow'rs  to  rest 


300  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

3  Heavenly  Father  !  gracious  name  ! 
Night  and  day  His  love  the  same  : 
His  kind  eye  that  cannot  sleep, 
My  defenceless  hours  shall  keep. 

4  What  if  death  my  sleep  invade? 
Should  I  be  of  death  afraid  ? 
Whilst  encircled  by  Thine  arm, 
Death  may  strike,  but  cannot  harm. 

6  With  Thy  gracious  presence  blest. 
Death  is  life,  and  labour  rest : 
Welcome  sleep  or  death  to  me, 
Still  secure,  for  still  with  Thee. 


HYMN  351.  III.  3. 

SAYIOTJR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing ; 
Thou  canst  save  and  Thou  canst  heal. 


2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us. 

Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly, 
Angel  guards  from  Thee  surround  us ; 
We  are  safe  if  Thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  Thee  ; 
Thou  art  He  who,  never  weary, 
Watchest  where  Thy  people  be. 


FAPyllLY    DEVOTION.  301 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 
And  command  us  to  the  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us. 
Clad  in  bright,  eternal  bloom. 

HYMN  352.  L.  M. 

JfY  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love ! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtain  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  Thy  command. 
To  Thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  Thy  hand, 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

HYMN  353.  S.  M. 

TO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  Thine, 
Lodg'd  in  Thy  sovereign  hand ; 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine. 
It  shines  by  Thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies. 
And  bears  our  life  away ; 
0,  make  Thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 


)2  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

3  Since  on  this  winged  hour 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken  by  Thine  almighty  power 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care  ; 

0,  be  it  still  pursued, 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renew'd. 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly. 

Swift  as  the  morning  light. 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beam  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

HYMN  354.  L.  M. 

SUN  of  my  soul !    Thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near ; 
Oh  I  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes. 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep. 

Be  my  last  thought  —  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live  : 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take  ; 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 


FAMILY    DEVOTION.  303 

HYMN  355.  III.  1. 

Parting. 

FOR  a  season  call'd  to  part, 
Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer ; 

Tender  Shepherd  of  Thy  sheep. 
Let  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  Thy  strength  may  we  be  strong ; 

Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain  ; 

Spare  us,  that  we  may,  ere  long, 

Meet  and  worship  Thee  again. 

HYMN  356.  C.  M. 

SAYIOTJR  !  in  mercy  hear  the  sighs 
Which  unto  Thee  we  send  ; 
To  Thee  our  inmost  spirit  cries, 
Our  Life,  our  Hope,  our  End  I 

2  Abide  with  us,  and  with  Thy  light 
Illume  the  soul's  abyss ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  of  our  night. 
Bring  in  Thy  day  of  bliss. 

HYMN  357.  L.  M. 

OH  God,  creation's  secret  Force, 
Thyself  unmov'd,  all  motion's  source, 
Who  from  the  morn  till  evening's  ray 
Through  all  its  changes  guid'st  the  day ; 


304  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

2  Grant  us,  when  this  short  life  is  past, 
The  glorious  evening-  that  shall  last ; 
That,  by  a  holy  death  attain'd, 
Eternal  glory  may  be  gaiu'd. 

HYMN  358.  III.  2. 

Saturday  Evening. 

SAFELY  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek 

On  th'  approaching  holy  day; 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  Mercies  multiplied  each  hour 

Through  the  week  our  praise  demand ; 
Guarded  by  almighty  pow'r, 

Fed,  and  guided  by  His  hand  : 
Though  ungrateful  we  have  been, 
And  repaying  love  with  sin. 

^    3  While  we  pray  for  pard'ning  grace, 
Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  Thy  reconciled  face. 

Drive  away  our  sin  and  shame ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free. 
May  we  rest  this  night  with  Thee. 

4  When  the  morn  shall  bid  us  rise. 
May  we  feel  Thy  presence  near ; 

May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 
When  we  in  Thy  house  appear : 

There  afford  us.  Lord,  a  taste 

Of  our  everlasting  feast. 


FAMILY    DEVOTION.  305 

May  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints ; 

Such  the  days  of  rest  we  love, 

Till  we  join  the  church  above. 


FOR     CHILDREN. 

HYMN  359.  C.  M. 

BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
How  fair  the  lily  grows! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo  !  such  the  child,  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod, 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose,  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wint'ry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age. 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 
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306  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

5  0  Thou,  who  givest  life  and  breath,* 
We  seek  Thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age  and  death. 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 

HYMN  360.  C.  M. 

The  Lord's-day  Morning. 

THIS  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose 
So  early  from  the  dead ; 
Why  should  I  still  my  eyelids  close 
And  waste  my  hours  in  bed  1 

2  This  is  the  day  when  Jesus  broke 

The  powers  of  death  and  hell ; 
And  shall  I  still  wear  Satan's  yoke, 
And  love  my  sins  so  well  ? 

3  To-day  with  pleasure  Christians  meet, 

To  pray  and  hear  Thy  word  ; 

And  I  would  go  with  cheerful  feet, 

To  learn  Thy  will,  0  Lord. 

4  I'll  leave  my  sport  to  read  and  pray. 

And  so  prepare  for  heaven: 
0  may  I  love  this  blessed  day 
The  best  of  all  the  seven. 


HYMN  361.  C.  M. 

MY  God,  who  makes  the  sun  to  know 
His  proper  hour  to  rise, 
And,  to  give  light  to  all  below. 
Dost  send  him  round  the  skies : 


FAMILY    DEVOTION.  307 

2  When,  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 

His  morning  race  begins, 
He  never  tires,  nor  stops  to  rest. 
But  round  the  world  he  shines  : 

3  So,  like  the  sun,  would  I  fulfil 

The  business  of  the  day ; 
Begin  my  work  betimes,  and  still 
March  on  my  heavenly  way. 

4  Give  me,  0  Lord,  Thy  early  grace, 

Nor  let  my  soul  complain. 
That  the  young  morning  of  my  days 
Has  all  been  spent  in  vain. 

HYMN  362.  P.  M. 

THE  morning  bright, 
With  rosy  light. 
Has  waked  me  from  my  sleep  ; 
Father,  I  own, 
Thy  love  alone 
Thy  little  one  doth  keep. 

2  All  through  the  day, 
I  humbly  pray. 

Be  Thou  my  guard  and  guide  ; 

My  sins  forgive, 

And  let  me  live. 
Blest  Jesus,  near  Thy  side. 

3  Oh!  make  Thy  rest 
Within  ray  breast. 

Great  Spirit  of  all  grace ; 

Make  me  like  Thee, 

Then  shall  I  be 
Prepared  to  see  Thy  face. 


308  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

HYMN  363.  C.  M. 

AND  now  another  day  is  gone, 
I'll  sing  my  Maker's  praise  ; 
My  comforts  every  hour  make  known 
His  providence  and  grace. 

2  But  how  my  childhood  runs  to  waste  ! 

My  sins  how  great  their  sum ! 
Lord,  give  me  pardon  for  the  past, 
And  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 

Let  angels  guard  my  head ; 
And  through  the  hours  of  darkness  keep 
Their  watch  around  my  bed. 

4  With  peaceful  heart  I  close  mine  eyes 

Since  Thou  wilt  not  remove ; 
And  in  the  morning  let  me  rise 
Rejoicing  in  Thy  love. 

HYMN  364.  C.  M. 

GREAT  God,  I  call  upon  Thy  name. 
And  bow  before  Thy  throne, 
Amjd  the  silent  shades  of  night, 

TJnwatch'd,  unseen,  alone. 
How  oft  amidst  the  glare  of  day, 

When  pleasure's  throng  was  nigh, 
I  have  forgotten  that  I  moved 
Beneath  Thy  watchful  eye  ! 

2  Mine  eyes  have  dwelt  on  vanities, 
Thy  children  should  not  see  ; 
My  feet  forsook  the  pleasant  paths, 
That  lead  to  Heaven  —  to  Thee. 


FAMILY    DEVOTION.  309 

I  kneel  and  humbly  own  my  sin, 

With  many  a  tear  and  prayer : 
My  soul  hath  dwelt  'mid  earthly  joys, 

And  found  no  pleasure  there. 

3  I  know,  I  feel,  my  own  dear  Lord  ! 

I  ne'er  can  happy  be. 
Unless  my  soul  shall  centre  all 

Its  hopes,  its  love  in  Thee. 
Be  faithful,  then,  my  wayward  heart ! 

Let  worldly  joys  grow  dim ; 
Thou'rt  made  for  God,  and  never  wilt 

Find  rest,  unless  in  Him. 

HYMN  365.  C.  M. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  Thy  piercing  eye 
Strikes  through  the  shades  of  night : 
And  our  most  secret  actions  lie 
All  open  to  Thy  sight. 

2  There's  not  a  sin  that  we  commit, 

Nor  wicked  word  we  say, 
But  in  Thy  dreadful  book  'tis  writ, 
Against  the  judgment-day. 

3  And  must  the  crimes  that  I  have  done 

Be  read  and  publish'd  there  ? 
Be  all  exposed  before  the  sun, 
While  men  and  angels  hear  ? 

4  Lord,  at  Thy  feet  ashamed  I  lie, 

Upward  I  dare  not  look  ; 
Pardon  my  sins  before  I  die, 
And  blot  them  from  Thy  book. 


310  FAMILY    DEVOTION. 

5  Remember  all  the  dying  pains 
That  my  Redeemer  felt, 
And  let  His  blood  wash  out  my  stains, 
And  answer  for  my  guilt. 

HYMN  366.  III.  3. 

TESTIS,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  us ; 
Bless  Thy  little  lambs  to-night : 
Through  the  darkness  be  Thou  near  us  ; 
Keep  us  safe  till  morning  light. 

2  All  this  day  Thy  hand  has  led  us, 

And  we  thank  Thee  for  Thy  care ; 
Kindly  Thou  hast  clothed  us,  fed  us. 
Listen  to  our  evening  prayer  ! 

3  May  our  sins  be  all  forgiven ; 

Bless  the  friends  we  love  so  well ; 
Take  us,  when  we  die,  to  heaven, 
Happy  there  with  Thee  to  dwell. 


HYMN  367.  C.  M. 

WHEN  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray, 
As  I  am  taught  to  do, 
God  does  not  care  for  what  I  say 
Unless  I  feel  it  too. 


Yet  foolish  thoughts  my  heart  beguile, 
And  when  I  pray  or  sing, 

I'm  often  thinking  all  the  while 
About  some  other  thing. 


FAMILY    DEVOTION.  311 

3  Oh,  let  me  never,  never  dare 

To  act  a  trifler's  part, 
Or  think  that  God  will  hear  a  prayer 
That  comes  not  from  the  heart. 

4  But  if  I  make  His  ways  my  choice, 

As  holy  children  do, 
Then,  while  I  seek  Him  with  my  voice, 
My  heart  will  love  Hira  too. 

HYMN  368.  P.  M. 

TWANT  to  be  like  Jesus, 
So  lowly  and  so  meek ; 
For  no  one  marked  an  angry  word 
That  ever  heard  Him  speak. 

2  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

So  frequently  in  prayer 
Alone  upon  the  mountain-top, 
He  met  His  Father  there. 

3  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

For  never  do  I  find 
That  He,  though  persecuted,  was 
To  any  one  unkind. 

4  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Engaged  in  doing  good. 
So  that  of  me  it  may  be  said, 
"She  hath  done  what  she  could.'' 

5  Alas  I  I'm  not  like  Jesus, 

As  any  one  may  see ; 
Oh,  gentle  Saviour,  send  Thy  grace 
And  make  me  like  to  Thee. 


312  FAMILY    DEVOTION 


HYMN  369.  S.  M. 

WHEN  thou  art  kneeling  down  at  night, 
Beside  thy  mother's  knee  to  pray, 
And  thinking  over  all  thy  sins. 
Done  through  the  busy  day ; 

2  Then  call  to  mind  thy  brother's  wrong, 

To  strife  by  angry  passions  driven, 
And  in  thy  heart  forgive  him  all. 
As  thou  would'st  be  forgiven. 

3  Thou  hast  sinned  more  against  thy  God, 

Than  ever  brother  sinned  to  thee ; 
If  He  should  turn  away  His  face, 
How  wretched  wouldst  thou  be. 

4  Dost  thou  remember  when  thy  Lord 

Hung  on  His  cruel  Cross  so  long. 
How  in  His  agony  He  pray'd 
For  those  that  did  Him  wrong? 

5  They  nailed  His  hands,  they  pierced  His  feet, 

Their  angry  hearts  no  pity  knew, 

"Father,  forgive  them,"  was  His  cry, 

"  They  know  not  what  they  do." 

6  Go,  seek  thy  little  brother's  side. 

And  press  to  his  thy  rosy  cheek. 
And  whisper  the  forgiveness  free 
He  is  too  proud  to  seek. 

1  Then  as  the  brightest  ray  from  heaven 
Doth  on  the  glittering  dewdrop  fall. 
Thy  penitence  shall  be  received. 
And  God  forgive  thee  all. 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  313 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 

HYMN  370.  P.  M. 

COME,  my  soul,  thou  must  be  waking  ! 
Now  is  breaking 
O'er  the  earth  another  day: 
Come,  to  Him  who  made  this  splendor, 
See  thou  render 

All  thy  feeble  powers  can  pay. 

2  Lo  !  how  all  of  breath  partaking, 
Gladly  waking, 

Hail  the  sun's  enlivening  light ! 
Plants  which  dews  of  morning  nourish, 
Rise  and  flourish, 

When  He  breaks  the  shades  of  night. 

3  Thou,  too,  hail  the  light  returning; 
Ready  burning 

Be  the  incense  of  thy  powers, 
For  the  night  is  safely  ended  ; 
God  hath  tended, 

With  His  care,  thy  helpless  hours. 

4  Pray  that  He  may  prosper  ever 
Each  endeavour. 

When  thine  aim  is  good  and  true  ; 
But  that  He  may  ever  thwart  thee, 
And  convert  thee, 

When  thou  evil  wouldst  pursue. 

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314  PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 

5  Think  that  He  thj  ways  beliolcleth  ; 
He  unfoldeth 

Every  fault  that  lurks  within  ; 
Every  stain  of  shame  glossed  over, 
Can  discover, 

And  discern  each  deed  of  sin. 

6  Fettered  to  the  fleeting  hours, 
All  our  powers, 

Yain  and  brief,  are  borne  away. 
Time,  my  soul,  thy  ship  is  steering, 
Onward  veering. 

To  the  gulf  of  death  a  prey. 

7  Mayst  thou,  then,  on  life's  last  mon'ow, 
Free  from  sorrow, 

Pass  away  in  slumber  sweet ; 
And,  released  from  death's  dark  sadness, 
Rise  in  gladness, 

That  far  brighter  Sun  to  greet. 


HYMX  371.  P.  M. 

THE  night  is  dark  —  behold  the   shade  was 
deeper 
In  the  still  garden  of  Gethsemane, 
When  that  calm  voice  awoke  the  weary  sleeper, 
"  Couldst  thou  not  watch  one  hour  alone  with 
me?" 

2  0  thou,  so  weary  of  thy  self-denials. 
And  so  impatient  of  thy  little  cross. 
Is  it  so  hard  to  bear  thy  daily  trials, 

To  count  all  earthly  things  a  gainful  loss  ? 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  315 

3  What  if  thou  always  suffer'st  tribulation, 

What  if  thy  Christian  warfare  never  cease  ? 
The  gaining  of  the  quiet  habitation 
Shall  gather  thee  to  everlasting  peace. 

4  Here  are  we  all  to  suffer,  walking  lonely 

The  path  that  Jesus  once  Himself  hath  gone  ; 
Watch  thou  this  hour  in  trustful  patience  only, 
This  one  dark  hour  before  the  eternal  dawn. 

5  And    He    will   come   in   His   own    time    from 

Heaven, 
To  set  his  earnest-hearted  children  free ; 
Watch  only  through  this  dark  and  painful  even, 
And  the  bright  morning  yet  will  break  for 

thee. 

HYM:N  372.  C.  M. 

I  SOJOURN  in  a  vale  of  tears, 
Alas  !  how  can  I  sing  ? 
My  harp  doth  on  the  willows  hang, 

Untuned  in  every  string. 
My  music  is  a  captive's  chain ; 

Harsh  sounds  my  ears  do  fill ; 
How  shall  I  sing  sweet  Sion's  song 
On  this  side  Sion's  hill? 

2  Come,  then,  my  ever  dearest  Lord, 

My  sweetest,  surest  friend ; 
Come,  for  I  loathe  these  Kedar  tents  ; 

Thy  fiery  chariot  send. 
What  have  I  here  ?  My  thoughts  and  joys, 

Are  all  before  me  gone  ; 
My  eager  soul  would  follow  them 

To  Thine  eternal  throne. 


316  PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 

3  What  have  I  in  this  barren  land  ? 

My  Jesus  is  not  here  ; 
Mine  eyes  will  ne'er  be  blest  until 

My  Jesus  doth  appear. 
My  Jesus  is  gone  up  to  Heaven, 

To  gain  a  place  for  me ; 
For  'tis  His  will  that  where  He  is 

There  should  His  servant  be. 

4  Canaan  I  view  from  Pisgah's  top, 

Its  grapes  are  my  repast ; 
My  Lord  who  sends  unto  me  here. 

Will  send  for  me  at  last. 
I  have  a  God  that  changeth  not, 

Why  should  I  be  perplex'd  ? 
My  God  that  owns  me  in  this  world 

Will  own  me  in  the  next. 

5  Go  fearless,  then,  my  soul,  with  God 

Into  His  banquet-room  ; 
Thou  who  hast  journey'd  with  Him  here, 

Go  feast  with  Him  at  home. 
Yiew  death  with  a  believing  eye, 

It  hath  an  angel's  face ; 
And  this  kind  angel  will  prefer 

Thee  to  an  angel's  place. 

6  My  dearest  friends  they  dwell  above  ; 

Them  will  I  go  and  see ; 
And  all  my  friends  in  Christ  below 

Will  soon  come  after  me. 
Fear  not  the  trump's  earth-rending  sound, 

Dread  not  the  day  of  doom ; 
For  He  that  is  to  be  thy  Judge, 

Thy  Saviour  is  become. 


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HYMN  373.  S.  M. 

TWAS  a  foe  to  God, 
I  fought  in  Satan's  host, 
I  trifled  all  His  grace  away, 

Alas  !  my  soul  was  lost 
Yet  God  forgets  my  sin, 

His  heart  with  pity  moved, 
He  wins  me,  dearest  Lord,  in  Thee ; 
Lo  I  thus  our  God  hath  loved. 

God  with  this  life  of  love, 

To  me  was  far  and  strange  ; 
My  heart  clung  only  to  the  world 

Of  sight  and  sense  and  change  ; 
In  thee,  Immanuel, 

Are  God  and  man  made  one ; 
In  Thee  my  heart  hath  peace  with  God, 

And  union  in  the  Son. 

Oh,  ponder  this,  my  soul, 

Our  God  hath  loved  us  thus, 
That  e'en  His  only  dearest  Son 

He  freely  giveth  us ; 
Thou  precious  gift  of  God, 

Thou  Saviour  of  my  soul, 
Forever  bound  to  Thee,  ray  name, 

Among  Thy  host  enrol. 

HYMN  374.  S.  M. 

I  WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 
I  did  not  love  the  fold, 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  would  not  be  controll'd. 

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318  PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 

I  was  a  wayward  child, 
I  did  not  love  my  home ; 

I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  His  child, 
And  follow'd  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild. 
He  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famish'd,  and  faint  and  lone ; 
He  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

And  saved  the  wand'ring  one. 

3  He  spoke  in  tender  love. 

He  raised  my  drooping  head  ; 
He  gently  closed  my  bleeding  wounds, 

My  fainting  soul  He  fed. 
He  wash'd  my  filth  away, 

He  made  me  clean  and  fair, 
He  brought  me  to  my  home  in  peace. 

The  long-sought  wanderer. 

4  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'Twas  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  He  that  wash'd  me  in  His  blood, 

'Twas  He  that  made  me  whole 
'Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost. 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
'Twas  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'Tis  He  that  still  doth  keep. 

5  I  was  a  wandering  sheep 

I  would  not  be  controll'd  ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  love,  I  love  the  fold ! 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  319 

I  was  a  wayward  child ; 

I  once  prefer'd  to  roam, 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice  ; 

I  love,  I  love  His  home  ! 


HYMN  375.  II.  6. 

TLAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  Grod, 
He  bears  them  all,   and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load.    • 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  His  iDlood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  spot  remains. 


I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus ; 

All  fullness  dwells  in  Him, 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares ; 
He  from  them  all  releases. 

He  all  ray  sorrow  shares. 


3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine, 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  His  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,   Christ  the  Lord  ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes 

His  name  abroad  is  pour'd. 


820  PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 

^     4  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild, 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  Child. 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng. 
To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 

To  learn  the  angel's  song. 

HYMI\^  376.  L.  M. 

I  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind  ; 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea. 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair : 
And  whilst  I  listened  to  your  song. 

Your  streams  had  ev'n  convey'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  Thy  matchless  grace 

That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss  ; 
That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now,  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eyes  : 
Oh  !  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies. 

HYMN  377.  C.  M. 

FAR.  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I'd  flee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  321 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 
With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem  by  Thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  Thee. 


3  There,  if  Thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 
And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
O  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God ! 


4  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life ! 

Sweet  source  of  life  divine. 
And,  —  all  harmonious  names  in  one, — 
My  Saviour,  —  Thou  art  mine  ! 

5  What  thanks  I  owe  Thee,  and  what  love, 

A  boundless,  endless  store, 
Shall  echo  through,  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


HYMN  378.  L.  M. 

LORD,   Thou  hast  search'd   and  seen  me 
through  ; 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view. 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  powers. 


2  My  thoughts  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 


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322  PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 

3  Within  Thy  circling  power  I  stand 
On  every  side  I  find  Thy  hand  ; 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,   abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 


4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  bright ! 
What  large  extent !   what  lofty  height  I 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  0,  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 


HYMN  379.  P.  M. 

SEND,  Lord,  Thy  light  amid  th'  encircling 
gloom, 
And  lead  me  on  ; 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home  ; 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ; 
Keep  Thou  my  feet :  I  do  not  ask  to  see 

one  step's  enough  for  me. 


I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  pray'd  that  Thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on ; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path  ;  but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
I  loved  day's  dazzling  light,  and  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will :  remember  not  past  years  ! 


P  R  I  V  A  T  E    I)  E  V  0  T  I  0  N  .  323 

3  So  long  Thy  power  hath  bless'd  me,  surely 
still 
'Twill  lead  me  on 
Through  dreary  hours,  through  pain  and  sorrow, 
till 
The  night  is  gone, 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost  awhile. 

HYMN  380.  P.  M. 

MY  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray. 
Far  from  my  home,  on  life's  rough  way, 
Oh  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say. 
Thy  will  be  done. 

2  If  Thou  should'st  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize  —  it  ne'er  was  mine  ; 
I  only  yield  Thee  what  was  Thine ; 

Thy  will  be  done. 

3  Should  pining  sickness  waste  away 
My  life  in  premature  decay, 

My  Father,  still  I  strive  to  say, 
Thy  will  .be  done. 

4  If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  Thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God,  to  Thee  I  leave  the  rest. 

Thy  will  be  done. 

5  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day. 
Blend  it  with  Thine,  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say. 

Thy  will  be  done. 


324  P  R  I  V  A  T  E     DEVOTION. 

6  Then,  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer,  oft  mix'd  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore, 

Thy  will  be  done. 

HYMN  381.  L.  M. 

HOW  do  Thy  mercies  close  me  round ! 
Forever  be  Thy  name  adored  : 
I  blush  in  all  things  to  abound ; 
The  servant  is  above  his  Lord. 

2  In  poverty  His  life  began, 

A  sufif'ring  life  my  master  led  ; 
The  Son  of  God,  the  Son  of  man, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  His  head. 

3  But  lo  !  a  place  He  hath  prepared 

For  me,  whom  watchful  angels  keep ; 
Yea  He  Himself  becomes  my  guard  ; 

He  smoothes  my  bed,  and  gives  me  sleep. 

4  Jesus  protects  :  my  fears  be  gone  : 

What  can  the  Rock  of  Ages  move  ? 
Safe  in  Thine  arms  I  lay  me  down, 
Thine  everlasting  arms  of  love. 

HYMN  382.  L.  M. 

BE  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go  ; 
Show  me  what  Thou  would'st  have  me  do  ; 
Direct  my  thoughts  and  words  this  day. 
And  guide  me  in  the  narrow  way. 


PRIVATE     DEVOTION.  325 

2  Prevent  me,  lest  I  harbour  pride, 
And  in  my  native  strength  confide  ; 
Show  me  my  weakness,  let  me  see 

I  have  my  power,  my  all  from  Thee. 

3  Assist  and  teach  me  how  to  pray ; 
Incline  my  nature  to  obey ; 
What  Thou  abhorrest  let  me  flee. 
And  only  love  what  pleaseth  Thee. 

4  Ever  my  kind  Protector  prove ; 
Enrich  me  always  with  Thy  love ; 
Make  me  with  Thy  forgiveness  blest, 
And  let  Thy  Spirit  on  me  rest. 

.  HYMN  383.  S.  M. 

A  SWEETLY  solemn  thought, 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er. 
To-day,  I'm  nearer  to  my  home 
Than  e'er  I've  been  before. 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be  ; 
And  nearer  to  the  great  white  throne, 
Nearer  the  jasper  sea ; 

3  Nearer  the  bound  of  life. 

Where  falls  my  burden  down  ; 

Nearer  to  where  I  leave  my  cross, 

And  where  I  gain  my  crown. 

4  Saviour,  perfect  my  trust, 

Complete  my  faith  in  Thee  ; 
And  let  me  feel  as  if  I  stood 
Close  on  eternity ; 
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826  PRIVATE    DEVOTION 

5  Feel  as  if  now  mj  feet 

Were  slipping  o'er  the  brink  ; 
For  I  may  now  be  nearer  home, 
Much  nearer  than  I  think. 


HYMN  384.  II.  5. 

ABIDE  with  me  !    Fast  falls  the  eventide, 
The  darkness  thickens ;  Lord,  with  me  abide. 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee. 
Help  of  the  helpless,  0  abide  with  me  ! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day  ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away: 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see  ; 
O  Thou,  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me  1 


3  Not  a  brief  glance  I  beg,  a  passing  word, 
But  as  Thou  dwell'st  with  Thy  disciples,  Lord, 
Familiar,  condescending,  patient,  free, 
Come,  not  to  sojourn,  but  abide,  with  me. 

4  Come,  not  in  terrors,  as  the  King  of  kings ; 
But  kind  and  good,  with  healing  in  Thy  wings, 
Tears  for  all  woes,  a  heart  for  every  plea, 
Come,  Friend  of  sinners,  thus  abide  with  me. 

5  Thou  on  ray  head  in  early  youth  didst  smile. 
And  though  rebellious  and  perverse  meanwhile, 
Thou  hast  not  left  me,  oft  as  I  left  Thee, 

On  to  the  close,  0  Lord,  abide  with  me  I 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  32^ 

8  I  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour ; 
What   but   Thy   grace   can   foil   the   tempter's 

power  ? 
Who,  like  Thyself,  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  0  abide  with  me  I 


t  I  fear  no  foe  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless  ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness. 
Where    is    death's    sting  ?    where,    grave,    thy 

victory  ? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 

8  Hold  Thou  the  cross  before  my  closing  eyes ; 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the 

skies ; 
Heaven's    morning    breaks,    and    earth's    vain 

shadows  flee. 
In  life,  in  death,  0  Lord,  abide  with.  me. 


IN     SICKNESS. 

HYMN  385.  III.  1. 

jrpWAS  the  good  Physician  now, 

L    Soothed  my  cheek  and  bathed  my  brow  ; 
Whispering  as  His  hand  He  laid, 
*'It  is  I,  be  not  afraid." 

2  God  of  life,  and  health,  and  grace, 

Hear  from  Heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place  ; 
Hear  in  mercy  and  forgive, 
Bid  Thy  child  believe  and  live. 


328  PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 

3  Bless  me,  and  I  shall  be  blest ; 
Soothe  me,  and  I  shall  have  rest ; 
Fix  my  heart,  my  hopes  above ; 
Love  me,  Lord,  for  Thou  art  love. 


HYMN  386.  IIL  3. 

TARRY  with  me,  0  my  Saviour, 
For  the  day  is  passing  by  ; 
See  !  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 
And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 


2  Many  friends  were  gathered  round  me, 
In  the  bright  days  of  the  past ; 
But  the  grave  has  closed  about  them, 
And  I  linger  here  at  last. 


3  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows  ; 

Paler  now  the  glowing  West ; 

Swift  the  night  of  death  advances ; 

Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest  ? 

4  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 

Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  Thee  ; 
Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness  I 
While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 

5  Tarry  with  me,  0  my  Saviour  ! 

Lay  my  head  upon  Thy  breast 
Till  the  morning  ;  then  awake  me, 
Mornino-  of  eternal  rest ! 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  329 

HYMN  387.  C.  M. 

The  Lord's  Day. 

THOUSANDS,  0  Lord  of  Hosts,  to-day 
Within  Thy  temples  meet ; 
And  tens  of  thousands  throng  to  pay 
Their  homage  at  Thy  feet. 

2  They  sing  Thy  deeds,  as  I  have  sung, 

In  sweet  and  solemn  lays ; 
Were  I  among  them,  ray  glad  tongue 
Might  learn  new  themes  of  praise. 

3  The  dew  lies  thick  on  all  the  ground, 

Shall  my  poor  fleece  be  dry  ? 
The  manna  rains  from  heaven  around, 
Shall  I  of  hunger  die  ? 

4  Behold  Thy  prisoner  ;  loose  my  bands, 

If  'tis  Thy  gracious  will ; 

If  not,  contented  in  Thy  hands 

Behold  Thy  prisoner  still. 

5  I  may  not  to  Thy  courts  repair, 

Yet  here  Thou  surely  art ; 
Lord,  consecrate  a  house  of  prayer 
Within  my  stricken  heart. 

HYMN  388.  C.  M. 

p  LORY  to  Thee,  Thou  righteous  God, 
VX  Righteous  yet  kind  to  me  ; 
For  while  I  feel  the  smarting  rod, 

The  Father's  hand  I  see. 

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330  DEATH. 

2  In  tenderness  Thou  dost  chastise, 
In  mercy  dost  reprove  ; 
"  My  Father,"  all  within  me  cries, 
"  Thy  ways  are  truth  and  love." 


DEATH. 
HYMN  389.  L.  M. 

The  Sepulchre  in  the  Garden.  —  John  XIX.  41. 

THE  sepulchres,  how  thick  they  stand 
Through  all  the  road  on  either  hand, 
And  burst  upon  the  starting  sight 
In  everv  crarden  of  delio-ht. 


2  Thither  the  winding  alleys  tend  ; 
There  all  the  flowery  borders  end : 
And  forms  that  charm'd  the  eye  before. 
Fragrance  and  music  are  no  more. 

3  Deep  in  that  damp  and  silent  cell, 
My  fathers  and  my  brethren  dwell ; 
Beneath  its  broad  and  gloomy  shade 
My  kindred,  and  my  friends  are  laid. 


4  But  while  I  tread  the  solemn  way, 
My  faith  that  Saviour  would  survey. 
"Who  deign'd  to  sojourn  in  the  tomb, 
And  lighten'd  up  its  fearful  gloom. 


DEATH.  331 

2  My  thoughts,  with  ecstasy  unknown, 

While  from  His  grave  they  view  His  throne, 
Through  my  own  sepulchre  can  see 
A  paradise  reserved  for  me. 


HYMN  390.  C.  M. 

/n  REAT  God,  we  own  Thy  sov'reign  hand, 
VX  Thy  faithful  care  we  own  ! 
Wisdom  and  love  are  all  Thy  ways, 
When  most  to  us  unknown. 


2  To  Thee  we  yield  our  comforts  up  ; 

To  Thee  our  lives  resign  ; 
In  straits  and  dangers,  rich  and  safe, 
If  we  and  ours  are  Thine ! 

3  Thy  saints  in  earlier  life  removed 

In  sweeter  accents  sing, 
And  bless  the  swiftness  of  their  flight 
That  bore  them  to  the  King  I 

4  The  burdens  of  a  lengthen'd  day 

With  patience  may  we  bear, 
And  in  our  dying  hours  attest 
Thy  wisdom,  love,   and  care! 


HYMN  391.  P.  M. 

LIFT  not  thou  the  wailing  voice  ; 
Weep  not  —  'tis  a  Christian  dieth 
Up,  where  the  blessed  saints  rejoice, 
Ransom'd  now,  the  spirit  flieth  : 


332  DEATH. 

Freed  from  earth  and  earthly  failing, 
Lift  for  hira  no  voice  of  wailing ; 
High  in  heaven's  own  light  he  dwelleth; 
Full  the  song  of  triumph  swelleth. 


Pour  not  thou  the  bitter  tear; 

Heaven  its  book  of  comfort  opeth: 
Bids  thee  sorrow  not,  nor  fear, 

But  as  one  who  always  hopeth ; 
Humbly  here  in  faith  relying, 
Peacefully  in  Jesns  dying, 
Heavenly  joy  his  eye  is  flushing. 
Why  should  thine  with  tears  be  gushing? 


They  who  die  in  Christ  are  blest ; 

Ours  then  be  no  thought  of  grieving; 
Sweetly  with  their  God  they  rest. 

All  their  toils  and  troubles  leaving; 
So  be  ours  the  faith  that  saveth, 
Hope,  that  every  trial  braveth. 
Love,  that  to  the  end  endureth. 
And,  through  Christ,  the  crown  secureth. 


HYMN  392.  Ill  1. 

HARK  !  a  voice  divides  the  sky, 
Happy  are  the  faithful  dead. 
In  the  Lord  who  sweetly  die ! 

They  from  all  their  toils  are  freed ; 
Them  the  Spirit  hath  declared 

Blest,  unutterably  blest; 
Jesus  is  their  great  reward, 
Jesus  is  their  endless  rest. 


DEATH.  333 

Follow'd  l3y  their  works  they  go, 

Where  their  Head  is  gone  before ; 
Reconciled  by  grace  below, 

Grace  hath  open'd  mercy's  door; 
Justified  through  faith  alone, 

Here  tliey  knew  their  sins  forgiven ; 
Here  they  laid  their  burden  down, 

Hallow'd  and  made  meet  for  heaven. 


HYMN  393.  II.  1. 

IF  death  my  friend  and  me  divide. 
Thou  dost  not.  Lord,  my  sorrow  chide, 
Or  frown  my  tears  to  see ; 
Restrained  from  passionate  excess. 
Thou  bidst  me  mourn  in  calm  distress 
For  those  that  rest  in  Thee. 


I  feel  a  strong,  immortal  hope, 
Which  bears  my  mournful  spirit  up. 

Beneath  its  mountain  load : 
Redeem'd  from  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 
I  soon  shall  find  my  friend  again 

Within  the  arms  of  God. 


Pass  a  few  fleeting  moments  more, 
And  death  the  blessing  shall  restore, 

Which  death  hath  snatched  away  ; 
For  me  Thou  wilt  the  summovis  send-, 
And  give  me  back  my  parted  friend, 

In  that  eternal  day. 


334  DEATH, 


HYMN  394.  III.  3. 

BROTHER,  thou  art  gone  before  us ; 
Where  thy  saintly  soul  has  flown, 
Tears  are  wiped  away  forever, 
And  all  sorrow  is  unknown  : 
By  the  burden  of  the  body 

Never  more  to  be  opprest, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

2  O'er  the  toilsome  way  thou'st  travePd, 

And  endured  the  heavy  load  ; 
Christ  hath  brought  thy  footsteps  languid 

Safely  to  His  blest  abode. 
Thou  art  resting  now,  like  Laz'rus, 

On  thy  heavenly  Father's  breast, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

3  Sin  no  more  can  taint  thy  spirit, 

Nor  can  doubt  thy  faith  assail ; 
Thou  thy  welcome  hast  received, 

Now  thy  strength  shall  never  fail ; 
And  thou'rt  sure  to  meet  the  holy, 

Whom  on  earth  thou  loved'st  best, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

4  To  thy  grave  we  sadly  bear  thee. 

There  in  dust  we  place  thy  head ; 
O'er  thee  now  the  turf  is  pressing, 
And  all  green  thy  narrow  bed. 


DEATH.  335 

But  thy  spirit  soars  to  glory, 

Free,  among  the  faithful  blest, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  froni  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

4  When  the  Lord  shall  send  His  summons 

Unto  us,  yet  left  behind. 
May  we,  by  the  world  untainted. 

Gracious  welcome  with  thee  find  ; 
Each  like  thee  in  peace  departing 

To  the  dwellings  of  the  blest. 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

HYMN  395.  II.  5. 

/^  0  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime, 
VJT  In  all  the  vigour  of  thy  zeal  and  power  ; 
A  Christian  cannot  die  before  his  time ; 

The  Lord's  appointment  is  the  servant's  hour. 

2  Go  to  the  grave  ;  at  noon  from  labour  cease  . 

Rest  on  thy  sheaves  ;  the  harvest-task  is  done  ; 
Come  from  the  heat  of  battle,  and  in  peace, 
Soldier,  go  home ;  wdth  thee  the  fight  is  won. 

3  Go  to  the  grave  ;  for  there  thy  Saviour  lay 

In  death's  embraces,  ere  He  rose  on  high ; 
And  all  the  ransom'd,  by  that  narrow  way, 
Pass  to  eternal  life  beyond  the  sky. 

4  Go  to  the  grave  ;  —  no,  take  thy  seat  above ; 

Be  thy  pure  spirit  present  with  the  Lord, 
Where  thou  for  faith  and  hope  hast  perfect  love, 
And  open  vision  for  the  written  word. 


336  DEATH. 


HYMN  396.  L.  M. 

WHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are  I 
Death  is  the  gate  to  endless  jo}', 
And  vet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 


2  The  pains,  the  g-roans,  the  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
And  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  0  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet. 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
'Nov  feel^he  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are  ; 
While  on  His  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 


HYMN  397.  C.  M. 

AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
And  let  it  faint  or  die ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  ; 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 
And  find  its  long-sought  rest ; 
The  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 
In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 


DEATH.  337 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 
I  suffer  my  appointed  years, 

Till  my  Deliverer  come, 
And  wipe  away  His  servant's  tears, 

And  take  His  exile  home. 

3  0  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  ! 

Before  my  ravish'd  eyes, 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  paradise  ! 
I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there  ! 
They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 

And  conquerors'  palms  they  bear. 

4  0,  what  are  all  my  suff'erings  here, 

If,  Lord,  Thou  count  me  meet, 
With  that  enraptured  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 


HYMN  398.  III.  1. 

THOUGH  I  walk  the  downward  shade, 
Deepening  through  the  vale  of  death, 
Yet  I  will  not  be  afraid, 

But,  with  my  departing  breath, 
29  w 


338  DEATH. 

I  will  glory  in  my  God, 

In  my  Saviour  I  will  trust, 
Strengthened  by  His  staff  and  rod, 

While  this  body  falls  to  dust. 

2  Soon  on  wings,  on  wings  of  love, 

My  transported  soul  shall  rise, 
Like  the  home-returning  dove, 

Vanishing  through  boundless  skies  ; 
Then,  where  death  shall  be  no  more, 

Sin  nor  suffering  e'er  molest. 
All  my  days  of  mourning  o'er, 

In  his  presence  I  shall  rest. 

HYMN  399.  L.  M. 

THE  moment  comes,  the  only  one 
Of  all  my  time  to  be  foretold  ; 
Though  when,  and  where,  and  how,  can  none 
Of  all  the  race  of  man  unfold. 

2  That  moment  comes,  when  strength  must  fail, 

When,  health  and  hope  and  comfort  flown, 
I  must  go  down  into  the  vale 

And  shade  of  death,  with  Thee  alone. 

3  Then,  when  the  undying  spirit  lands 

Where  flesh  and  blood  have  never  trod, 
And  in  the  unveil'd  presence  stands 
Of  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God ; 

4  Be  mine  eternal  portion  this, 

Since  Thou  wert  always  here  with  me, 
That  I  may  view  Thy  face  in  bliss. 
And  be  for  evermore  with  Thee. 


DEATH.  339 


HYMN  400.  C.  M. 

ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wistful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  0,  the  transporting  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight  I 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God,  the  Son,  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds  nor  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 


5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  His  bosom  rest  ? 


6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 
Can  here  no  longer  stay ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 


340  DEATH. 


HYMN  401.  C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  good  and  pleasant  land, 
On  this  side  Jordan's  stream  ; 
"Where  happy  saints  delighted  stand, 
And  bask  in  glory's  beam. 

2  Lord,  let  me  know,  before  I  die, 

The  wonders  of  Thy  hand  ; 
And  let  me  see,  with  mortal  eye, 
That  good  and  pleasant  land. 

3  And  when  Thy  sovereign  voice  shall  say, 

"  The  World  is  not  thy  rest ; 
Arise,  depart,  and  come  away, 
To  realms  completely  blest ;  " 

4  Then  shall  my  terrors  all  have  ceased, 

Thy  footprints  I  shall  see, 
My  Lord,  my  God,  my  great  High-Priest, 
And  I  will  pass  to  Thee  1 

5  If  I  have  found  upon  the  way 

A  good  and  pleasant  land ; 
What  shall  I  find,  when  I  survey 
The  joys  at  Thy  right  hand  ? 


HYMX  402.  S.  M. 

FOKEYER  with  the  Lord  ! 
Amen,  so  let  it  be  : 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'Tis  immortalitv. 


DEATH.  341 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent,  YI 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  Mv  Father's  house  on  high. 

Home  of  my  soul,  how  near 
At  times  to  faith's  illumined  eye 
Thy  golden  gates  appear  ! 

4  Ah  then  my  spirit  faints 

To  reach  the  land  I  love, 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above. 

5  Yet  clouds  will  intervene. 

And  all  my  prospect  flies; 
Like  Noah's  dove,  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 

6  Lord,  bid  the  clouds  depart, 

The  winds  and  waters  cease, 
And  sweetly  o'er  my  gladden'd  heart 
Expand  Thy  bow  of  peace. 

HYMN  403.  L.  M. 

rr'^HE  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 
X    I.  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home  ; 
At  last,  0  Lord  !'  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  Thy  servant  go  in  peace, 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run. 
The  fight  is  o'er,  the  prize  is  won ; 
And  now  my  witness  is  on  high, 
And  now  my  record's  in  the  sky. 
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<>2  DEATH. 

3  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust : 
I  bow  before  Thee  in  the  dust ; 

And  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alone 
I  look  for  mercy  at  Thy  throne. 

4  I  leave  the  world  without  a  tear, 
Save  for  the  friends  I  hold  so  dear; 
To  heal  their  sorrows,  Lord,  descend, 
And  to  the  friendless  prove  a  friend. 

5  I  come,  I  come,  at  Thy  command, 
I  yield  my  spirit  to  Thy  hand ; 
Stretch  forth  Thine  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 

6  The  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 

I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home : 
Now,  0  my  God  1  let  troubles  cease  ; 
Now  let  Thy  servant  go  in  peace. 

HYMN  404.  III.  1. 

DEATHLESS  spirit,  come,  arise, 
Soar,  thou  native  of  the  skies ; 
Pearl  of  price  by  Jesus  bought. 
To  His  glorious  likeness  wrought, 
Go  to  shine  before  His  throne. 
Deck  His  mediatorial  crown  ; 
Go,  His  triumphs  to  adorn, 
Born  of  God  —  to  God  return. 

2  Burst  thy  shackles,  drop  thy  clay 
Sweetly  breathe  thyself  away  ; 
Singing,  to  thy  crown  remove. 
Swift  of  wing,  and  fired  with  love  : 


DEATH.  343 

Shudder  not  to  pass  the  stream ; 
Venture  all  thy  care  on  Him ; 
No  one  object  of  his  care 
Ever  suffered  shipwreck  there. 

3  Saints  in  glory  perfect  made, 

Wait  thy  passage  through  the  shade  ; 
Ardent  for  thy  coming  o'er, 
See,  tliey  throng  the  blissful  shore ; 
Mount,  their  transports  to  improve, 
Join  the  longing  choir  above  ; 
Swiftly  to  their  wish  be  given, 
Kindle  higher  joy  in  heaven. 

HYMN  405.  IT.  2. 

TO  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone ; 
Oh  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  His  throne. 

2  My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love, 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore. 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
All  glory,  dominion,  and  power ; 

3  Dissolve  Thou  the  bauds  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  Thee, 
Oh,  strike  off  the  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

4  Then  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  arrayed  in  Thy  glory  I  shine, 
And  no  longer  pierce  with  my  sins 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline. 


344  JUDGMENT. 

5  Oh,  then  shall  the  veil  be  removed, 

And  round  me  Thy  brightness  be  pour'd, 
I  shall  see  Him  whom  absent  I  loved, 
Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adored. 


JUDOMENT. 

HYMN  406.  C.  M. 

THE  Angel  comes,  he  comes  to  reap 
The  harvest  of  the  Lord  : 
O'er  all  the  earth,  with  fatal  sweep. 
Wide  waves  his  flaming  sword. 

2  And  who  are  they  in  sheaves,  to  bide 

The  fire  of  vengeance,  bound  ? 
The  tares,  whose  rank  luxuriant  pride 
Choked  the  fair  crop  around. 

3  And  who  are  they  reserved  in  store, 

God's  treasure-house  to  fill  ? 
The  wheat  an  hundred-fold  that  bore 
Amid  surrounding  ill. 

4  O  King  of  mercy,  grant  us  pow'r 

The  fiery  wrath  to  flee  ; 
In  thy  destroying  angel's  hour, 
0  gather  us  to  Thee  ! 

5  To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


JUDGMENT.  ■  345 


HYMN  407.  III.  3. 

THAT  g^reat  day  of  wrath  and  terror, 
That  last  day  of  woe  and  doom, 
Like  a  thief  that  coines  at  midnight 
On  the  sons  of  men  shall  come  ; 

2  When  the  King  of  heavenly  glory 

Shall  assume  His  throne  on  high  ; 
When  the  bands  of  all  His  angels 
Shall  be  near  Him  in  the  sky ; 

3  When  the  sun  shall  turn  to  sackcloth, 

And  the  moon  be  red  as  blood ; 
When  the  stars  shall  fall  from  heaven, 
As  the  leaves  fall  in  a  wood. 

4  Therefore  man,  while  yet  thou  mayest, 

From  the  tempter's  malice  fly. 

Give  thy  bread  to  feed  the  hungry. 

If  thou  seek'st  to  win  the  sky. 

5  Let  thy  loins  be  straightly  girded, 

Life  be  pure,  and  heart  be  right, 
That  whene'er  the  Bridegroom  cometh, 
Full  thy  lamp  may  shine  and  bright. 


hym:n'         408.  p.  M. 

Dies  Irae. 

DA Y  of  wTath  !  That  day  of  mourning, 
See  !  once  more  the  cross  returning, 
Heaven  and  earth  in  ashes  burning. 


346  JUDGMENT. 

2  0  what  fear  man's  bosom  rendeth, 
When  from  heaven  the  Judge  descendeth, 
On  whose  sentence  all  dependeth  ! 

3  Lo  !  the  trumpet's  wondrous  swelling, 
Peals  thro'  each  sepulchral  dwelling, 
All  before  the  Throne  compelling. 


4  Death  is  struck,  and  nature  quaking, 
All  creation  is  awaking. 
To  its  Juds:e  an  answer  makino:. 


"O" 


5  Lo,  the  book,  exactly  worded  ! 
Wherein  all  hath  been  recorded  ; 
Thence  shall  judgment  be  awarded. 

6  When  the  Judge  His  seat  attaineth, 
And  each  hidden  deed  arraigneth, 
Nothing  unaveng'd  remaineth. 

T  What  shall  I,  frail  man,  be  pleading  ? 
Who  for  me  be  interceding  ? 
When  the  just  are  mercy  needing. 

8  King  of  Majesty  tremendous, 
Who  dost  free  salyation  send  us. 
Fount  of  pity  I  then  befriend  us  ! 

9  Think,  kind  Jesu !  my  salvation 
Cost  Thy  wondrous  Incarnation ; 
Leave  me  not  to  reprobation  ! 

10  Faint  and  weary  Thou  hast  sought  me, 
On  the  cross  of  sufif 'ring  bought  me  ; 
Shall  such  grace  in  vain  be  brought  me 


JUDGMENT.  347 

11  Righteous  Judge  of  retribution, 
Grant  Thy  gift  of  absolution, 
Ere  that  day's  dread  execution. 

12  Guilty,  now  I  pour  my  moaning, 

*      All  my  shame  with  anguish  owning  ; 

Spare,  O  God  !  Thy  suppliant,  groaning  I 

13  Thou  the  harlot  gav'st  remission, 
Heardst  the  dying  thief's  petition  : 
Hopeless  else  were  my  condition. 

14  Worthless  are  my  pray'rs  and  sighing, 
Yet,  good  Lord,  in  grace  complying, 
Rescue  me  from  fires  undying  ! 

15  With  Thy  favour'd  sheep,  0  place  me! 
Nor  among  the  goats  abase  me  ; 

But  to  Thy  right  hand  upraise  me. 

16  While  the  wicked  are  confounded, 
Doom'd  to  flames  of  woe  unbounded, 
Call  me,  with  Thy  saints  surrounded. 

It  Bow  my  heart  in  meek  submission 
Strewn  with  ashes  of  contrition  — 
Succour  Thou  my  last  condition. 

18  Day  of  sorrows,  day  of  weeping, 
When  in  dust  no  longer  sleeping, 
Man  awakes  in  Thy  dread  keeping  ! 

19  To  the  rest  Thou  didst  prepare  him 
On  Thy  Cross,  0  Christ,  upbear  him  : 
Spare,  0  God,  in  mercy  spare  him. 


348  JUDGMENT. 


HYMN  409.  P.  M. 

STAND  th'  omnipotent  decree, 
Jehovah's  will  be  done  ; 
Nature's  end  we  wait  to  see, 
And  hear  her  final  groan. 
Let  those  pond'rons  orbs  descend 

And  grind  ns  into  dust; 
Let  this  earth  dissolve  and  blend 
The  wicked  and  the  just : 


Rests  secure  the  righteous  man  ; 

At  his  Redeemer's  beck, 
Sure  to  emerge  and  rise  again, 

And  mount  above  the  wreck  ; 
Lo  !  the  heavenly  spirit  towers, 

Like  flames  o'er  nature's  pyre  ; 
Triumphs  in  immortal  powers, 

And  spreads  his  wings  of  fire. 

Resting  in  this  glorious  hope 

To  be  at  last  restored. 
Yield  we  now  our  bodies  up 

To  earthquake,  plague,  or  sword  ; 
Listening  for  the  trump  divine, 

The  latest  of  the  seven, 
Soon  our  soul  and  form  shall  join, 

And  both  ascend  to  heaven. 


HEAVEN.  349 


HEAVEN. 

HYMN  410.  C.  M. 

f^  IVE  me  the  wiugs  of  faith  to  rise 
\jr  Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now. 

With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came  ? 

They,  with  united  breath. 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  His  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  that  He  trod, 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast, 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise. 

For  His  own  pattern  given  ; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

HYMN  411.  Ill  3. 

MINE  be  Zion's  habitation, 
Zion,   David's  sure  foundation  ; 
Christ  its  glory,  light  immortal, 
God  its  builder,  pearl  eacli  portal. 
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350  HEAVEN. 

2  Crystal  gold  its  streets,  the  nation 
Of  the  saved  its  population  ; 
Peace  there  dwelleth  uninvaded, 
Spring  perpetual,  bloom  unfaded. 

3  Harpers  strike  their  harps  of  gladness, 
There  is  known  no  sound  of  sadness, 
None  a  sigh  for  pleasure  sendeth. 
None  can  err  and  none  oflfendeth. 

4  All  partakers  of  one  nature, 
Grow  in  Christ  to  heavenly  stature, 
Home  celestial,  home  eternal, 
Girt  around  by  love  supernal ! 

5  Saviour,  grant  me,  with  the  blessed, 
Of  Thy  rest  to  be  possessed. 
And  amid  the  joys  it  bringeth, 
Sing  the  song  that  none  else  singeth. 

HYMN  412.  C.  M. 

0  MOTHER,  dear,  Jerusalem, 
When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  0  happy  harbour  of  God's  saints  ! 

0  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 
In  thee  no  sorrow  can  be  found, 
Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil. 

3  No  murky  cloud  o'ershadows  thee, 

Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night ; 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun ; 
For  God  Himself  gives  light. 


HEAVEN.  351 

4  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stones, 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square, 
Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl : 
O  God  !   if  I  were  there  ! 

5  0  my  sweet  home,  Jerusalem  ! 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 
The  King  that  sitteth  on  thy  throne 
In  His  felicity  ? 

6  Thy  gardens,  and  thy  goodly  walks 

Continually  are  green, 
Where  grow  such  sweet  and  pleasant  flowers 
As  nowhere  else  are  seen. 

T  Right  through  thy  streets,  with  pleasing  sound, 
The  living  waters  flow. 
And  on  the  banks,  on  either  side. 
The  trees  of  life  do  grow. 

8  Those  trees  each  month  yield  ripen'd  fruit; 

For  evermore  they  spring, 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 
To  thee  their  honours  bring. 

9  0  mother  dear,  Jerusalem  ! 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

HYMN  413.  C.  M. 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home  ! 
Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 


352  HEAVEN. 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold, 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  ; 
Bless'd  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

4  Why  should  I  slirink  from  pain  and  wo, 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there. 

Around  my  Saviour  stand ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below. 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

6  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee. 
Then  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

HYMN  414.  P.  M. 

JERUSALEM  !  high  tow'r  thy  glorions  walls ! " 
Would  God  I  were  in  thee  ! 
Desire  of  thee  my  longing  heart  enthrals, 

Desire  at  home  to  be  : 
Wide  from  the  world  outleaping, 

O'er  hill  and  vale  and  plain, 
My  soul's  strong  wing  is  sweeping. 
Thy  portals  to  attain. 


HEAVEN.  353 

O  gladsome  day,  and  yet  more  gladsome  hour  I 

When  shall  that  hour  have  come, 
When  my  rejoicing  soul  its  own  free  pow'r 

May  use  in  going  home  ? 
Itself  to  Jesus  giving, 

In  trust  to  His  own  hand, 
To  dwell  among  the  living, 

In  that  blest  Fatherland. 


A  moment's  time,  the  twinkling  of  an  eye 

Shall  be  enough,  to  soar 
In  buoyant  exultation,  through  the  sky 

And  reach  the  heav'nly  shore. 
Elijah's  chariot  bringing 

The  homeward  trav'ller  there ; 
Glad  troops  of  angels  winging 

It  onward  through  the  air. 


4  Great  fastness  thou  of  honour  !  thee  I  greet ! 

Throw  wide  thy  gracious  gate, 
An  entrance  free  to  give  these  longing  feet; 

At  last  released,  though  late, 
From  wretchedness  and  sinning, 

And  life's  long  weary  way ; 
And  now,  of  God's  gift,  winning 

Eternity's  bright  day. 

5  What  throng   is   this,  what  noble  troop,  that 

pours, 
Array'd  in  beauteous  guise. 
Out  through  the  glorious  city's  open  doors, 
To  greet  my  wond'ring  eyes? 

30*  X 


354  HEAVEN. 

The  host  of  Christ's  elected, 
The  jewels  that  He  bears 

In  His  own  crown,  selected 
To  wipe  away  my  tears. 


Of  prophets  great,  and  patriarchs  high,  a  band 

That  once  has  borne  the  cross. 
With  all  the  company  that  won  that  land, 

By  counting  gain  for  loss. 
Now  float  in  freedom's  lightness, 

From  tyrant's  chains  set  free ; 
And  shine  like  suns  in  brightness, 

Array'd  to  welcome  me. 


One  more  at  last  arriv'd  they  welcome  there, 

To  beauteous  Paradise  ; 
Where  sense  can  scarce  its  full  fruition  bear 

Or  tongue  for  praise  suffice ; 
Glad  hallelujahs  ringing 

With  rapturous  rebound, 
And  rich  hosannahs  singing 

Eternity's  long  round. 


8  Unnumber'd  choirs  before  the  Lamb's  high  throne 

There  shout  the  jubilee. 
With  loud  resounding  peal  and  sweetest  tone, 

In  blissful  ecstasy : 
A  hundred  thousand  voices 

Take  up  the  wondrous  song ; 
Eternity  rejoices 

God's  praises  to  prolong. 


HEAVEN.  355 


HYMN  415.  II.  6. 

fJ^O  thee,  0  dear,  dear  country, 
I    Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep ; 
For  very  love,  beholding 

Thy  blessed  name,  they  weep. 
The  mention  of  thy  glory 

Is  unction  to  the  breast, 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 

And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 


2  Brief  life  is  here  our  portion, 

Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care ; 
The  life  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life,  is  there. 
Oh  !  happy  retribution  ! 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest; 
For  mortals  and  for  sinners 

A  mansion  with  the  blest. 


3  That  we  should  look,  poor  wanderers. 

To  have  our  home  on  high  ! 
That  worms  should  hope  for  dwellings 

Beyond  the  starry  sky  ! 
That  we  who  fight  the  battle 

Should  then  put  on  the  crown 
Of  full,  and  everlasting, 

And  passionless  renown  ! 

4  0  one,  0  only  mansion ! 

0  paradise  of  joy  ! 
Whence  tears  are  ever  banish'd, 
Where  bliss  has  no  alloy : 


356  HEAVEN. 

0  gardeu  free  from  sorrow  I 
0  plains  that  fear  no  strife  ! 

0  princely  bowers,  all  blooming  ! 
0  realm  and  home  of  life  ! 

5  With  jaspers  glow  Thy  bulwarks, 

Thy  streets  with  emerald  blaze ; 
The  sardius  and  the  topaz 

Unite  in  Thee  their  rays. 
Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded 

With  amethyst  unpriced, 
The  saints  build  up  its  fabric. 

And  the  corner-stone  is  Christ. 

6  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

Reverberant  with  song  ; 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

With  many  a  martyr  throng. 
The  Prince  is  ever  in  them, 

The  light  is  aye  serene. 
The  pastures  of  the  blessed 

Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 

T  There  is  the  throne  of  David ; 

And  there,  from  toil  releas'd, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph. 

The  song  of  them  that  feast : 
And  they,  beneath  their  Leader, 

Who  conquer'd  in  the  fight. 
Forever  and  forever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

8  I  know  not,  Oh !  I  know  not, 
What  social  joys  are  there ; 
What  pure,  unfading  glory. 
What  light  beyond  compare. 


nEAVEN.  357 

And  when  I  fain  would  sing  them, 

My  spirit  fails  and  faints, 
And  vainly  strives  to  image 

Th'  assembly  of  the  saints. 

9  Jerusalem  the  glorious, 

The  home  of  the  Elect, 
The  dear  and  future  vision 

That  eager  hearts  expect; 
E'en  now  by  faith  I  see  thee ; 

E'en  here  thy  walls  discern, 
For  thee  my  thoughts  are  kindled, 

And  strive,  and  pant,  and  yearn. 

HYMN  416.  C.  M. 

LET  me  not,  Thou  King  Eternal, 
Enter  hell's  domain  infernal  ! 
Where  is  grieving,  where  is  sadness, 
Where  is  sorrow,  where  is  madness. 
Where  despair  is  ever  sighing, 
Where  the  worm  is  never  dying, 
Where  the  shameless  are  astounded. 
Where  the  guilty  are  confounded. 

2  Me  may  Zion  welcome,  saved. 
Tranquil  city,  seat  of  David  ; 
God  its  builder,  light  immortal, 
Orient  pearl  each  blazing  portal. 
Crystal  gold  its  streets  ;  the  nation 
Of  the  blest  its  population  ; 
Living  rock  the  walls  that  bound  it, 
Christ  the  guard  that  dwells  around  it. 

3  With  what  joyous  gratulations 
Throng  thy  gates  the  festive  nations  ! 
What  the  warmth  of  their  embracing, 
What  the  gems  thy  v/alls  enchasing  1 


358  HEAVEN. 

Through  that  city's  streets  are  wending, 
Holy  throngs  their  anthems  blending  ; 
There  may  I,  with  myriads  glorious, 
Chaunt  Thy  praise  in  psalms  victorious  ! 

HYMN  417.  P.  M. 

ETERNITY  !  Eternity  ! 
How  long  art  thou,  Eternity? 
And  yet  to  thee  Time  hastes  away ; 
Like  as  the  war-horse  to  the  fray, 
Or  swift  as  couriers  homeward  go. 
Or  ship  to  port,  or  shaft  from  bow. 
Ponder,   0  man.  Eternity  ! 

2  Eternity  !  Eternity  ! 

How  long  art  thou,  Eternity  ? 
Even  as  on  a  perfect  sphere. 
Nor  end  nor  outset  can  appear, 
E'en  so.  Eternity,  in  thee, 
Entrance  nor  exit  can  there  be. 
Ponder,  0  man.  Eternity  1 

3  Eternity  !  Eternity  ! 

How  long  art  thou.  Eternity  I 
A  little  bird  with  fretting  beak 
Might  wear  to  nought  the  loftiest  peak, 
Though  but  each  thousand  years  it  came, 
Yet  leave  thee  then,  as  now,  the  same. 
Ponder,  0  man,  Eternity  ! 

4  Eternity  I  Eternity  1 

How  long  art  thou.  Eternity  ? 
How  terrible  art  thou  in  woe. 
How  blest  where  joys  forever  flow  ! 
God's  mercy  shedding  gladness  bright, 
His  judgment,  bitterness  and  night. 
Ponder,  0  man,  Eternity. 


GLORIA    PATRI. 


N.  B. — The  metre  marks,  affixed  to  the  Hymns,  refer  to 

a  division  of  the  Metres,  founded  on  the  nature  of  the  verse, 

into  four  Classes,  marked  —  I.,  TL,  III.,  IV. 

Class  I.  includes  Common,  Long,  Short,  and  Peculiar  metres, 
marked  C.  M.,  L.  M.,  S.  M.,  P.  M. 

Class  II.  includes  the  other  Iambic  metres,  eight  in  number, 
marked  II.  1,  II.  2,  II.  3,  II.  4,  &c.,  which  may  be 
named  Two,  one ;  Two,  two ;  Two,  three,  &c. 

Class  III.  includes  the  Trochaic  metres,  being  five  in  num- 
ber, marked  III.  1,  III.  2,  III.  3,  &c.,  which  may  be 
named  Three,  one;  Three,  two,  &c. 

Class  IV.  includes  the  metres  consisting  of  Anapaests, 
being  five  in  number,  marked  IV.  1,  IV.  2,  IV.  3,  &c., 
and  may  be  named  Four,  one ;  Four,  two,  &c. 


CLASS    I. 

C.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


L.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was  of  old, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore 

(359) 


3G0  ^  GLORIA    PATRI. 

S.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  'twas,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so 

To  all  eternity. 


CLASS     M  . 

II.  1. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host. 
And  saints  on  earth  adore  ; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

II.  2. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host. 

And  suffering  saints  on  earth  adore  ; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past. 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 

When  time  itself  shall  be  no  more. 

II.  3. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  glory  in  the  highest  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore. 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


GLORIA    PATRI.  361 

IL  4. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  ever  bless'd, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 
All  worship  be  address'd, 
As  heretofore 
It  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  so 
For  evermore. 

II.  5. 

To  God  the  Father,  and  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  praise  from  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  ever  shall  be  given. 

•        IL  6. 

Eternal  praise  be  given. 

And  songs  of  highest  worth, 
By  all  the  hosts  of  heaven, 

And  all  the  saints  on  earth, 
To  God,  supreme  confess'd, 

To  Christ,  His  only  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  bless'd. 

Eternal  Three  in  One. 

II.  1. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  bless'd. 
Supreme  o'er  earth  and  heaven, 

Eternal  Three  in  One  confess'd, 
Be  highest  glory  given, 

As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermpre. 
By  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 
31 


(2  GLORIA    PATRI. 

II.   8. 

By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven 
Be  everlasting  glory  given, 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit ;  equal  Three 
In  undivided  Unity, 

Ere  time  had  yet  its  course  begun : 
As  was,  and  is,  be  highest  praise. 
As  still  shall  be  through  endless  days. 


CLASS    III. 
III.  1. 

HOLY  Father,  holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One ! 
Glory,  as  of  old,  to  Thee, 
Now,  and  evermore  shall  be  1 

III.  2. 

Praise  the  Name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  Him  all  below  the  sky. 
Praise  Him  all  ye  heavenly  host. 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ; 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 

III.  3. 

Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 

As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 


GLORIA    PATRI.  363 


III.  4. 

To  the  Father,  throned  in  heaven, 
To  the  Saviour,  Christ,  His  Son, 

To  the  Spirit,  praise  be  given. 
Everlasting  Three  in  One  : 

As  of  old,  the  Trinity 

Still  is  worshipp'd,  still  shall  be. 

III.  5. 

Great  Jehovah !  we  adore  Thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne : 

Endless  praises 

To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 


CLASS      IV. 
IV.  1. 

BY  angels  in  heaven 
Of  every  degree, 
And  saints  upon  earth. 

All  praise  be  address'd 
To  God  in  Three  Persons, 

One  God  ever  bless'd. 
As  it  has  been,  now  is, 
And  ever  shall  be. 


364  GLORIA    PATRI. 


ly.  2. 

All  praise  to  the  Father,  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  thrice  holy  and  bless'd, 

Th'  eternal,  supreme  Three  in  One, 
Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  address'd. 

lY.  3. 

All  praise  to  the  Father,  all  praise  to  the  Son, 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  thrice  bless'd, 

The  holy,  eternal,  supreme  Three  in  One, 
Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  address'd. 

lY.  4. 

O  Father  Almighty,  to  Thee  be  address'd. 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God  ever  bless'd, 
All   glory  and  worship   from   earth   and   from 

heaven. 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given. 

lY.  5. 

All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Father  be  given. 
The  Son,  and  the  Spirit,  from  earth  and  from 

heaven ; 
As  was,  and  is  now,  be  supreme  adoration, 
And  ever  shall  be,  to  the  Grod  of  salvation. 


INDEX. 


A. 

Abide  -with  me!  Fast  falls  the  eventide,  Lyte Hymn  884 

Affliction  is  a  stormy  deep,  Cotton 311 

Ah!  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart,  Unknown 90 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light,  Barbauld 36 

A  glory  in  the  word  we  find.  Unknown 6 

Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed.  Watts 107 

Allelulia  !  best  and  sweetest,  ^?ic?e«i' 288 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name,  Duncan 286 

All  unseen  the  Master  walketh.  Unknown 300 

Almighty  God,  Thy  piercing  eye,  Watts 365 

Almighty  God,  I  call  to  Thee,  Luther 308 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross.  Watts 334 

Am  I  called?  and  can  it  be,  Unknown 327 

A  mountain  fastness  is  our  God,  Luther,  tr.  by  Bishop 

Whiitingham 248 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail,  Wesley 393 

And  now  another  day  is  gone.  Watts 365 

Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory,  Montgomery 63 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away,  Gibbons 118 

Angels  where'er  we  go,  attend,  TFf^/ey 11 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake,  Wesley 187 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven.  Unknown 204 

A  sweetly  solemn  thought,  Carey 286 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep,  J/acA-oy 211 

Author  of  good,  to  Thee  we  turn,  Merrick 238 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song,  Hammond 295 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays,  Medley 290 

31*  (365) 


366  INDEX. 


B. 


Before  the  Lord  we  bow,  jS'ey Htmn  163 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door,  Gregg 225 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb,  TFa^^s 132 

Behold  the  Lamb,  jBryd'^es 99 

Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head,  Heher 75 

Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand,  Doddridge 337 

Beware  of  Peter's  word,  Cowper 202 

Be  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go,  Moravian 382 

Beyond  the  starry  skies.  Turner 131 

Blessed  Jesus,  here  we  stand,  Schmolck 166 

Bless  God  that  towards  eternity,  Francke 74 

Blest  be  the  wisdom  and  the  power,  Watts 198 

Blest  day  of  God,  most  calm,  most  bright,  Unknown....  42 

Blest  morning,  whose  first  dawning  rays,  Watts 117 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  Wesley 14 

Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree,  Milman 110 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  Thee  I  feed.  Unknown 173 

Bread  of  the  world  in  mercy  broken,  Keble < 174 

Bright  and  joyful  is  the  movu,  Montgomery 70 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning,  Heher...  80 

Brother,  thou  art  gone  before  us,  Milman 394 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  t\\\,  Heber 359 

C. 

Children  of  God  lack  nothing,  iVeziJ^on 13 

Christians,  awake,  salute  the  happy  morn.  Ancient 66 

Christ,  through  whom  all  blessings  flow,  Wesley 31 

City  of  heaven,  JeTnsaXem,  Ancie7ii 33 

Come  hither!  je  fa,itMu\, Latin  IIym?i 67 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire,  TTesZey 5 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire,  Ordinal 138 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  Beddome 147 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord,  Montgomery 32 

Come,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord,  Steele 155 

Come,  let  us  anew,  Wesley 79 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs.  Watts 285 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above,  Wesley 24 

Come,  ray  soul,  thou  must  be  waking,  Von  Cannitz,  tr. 

by  Arnold 370 

CoD*«,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare,  iVezi'^ow 231 


INDEX.  36Y 

Come,  0  Thou  Traveller  unknown,  FcsZe?/ Hymn  238 

Come,  sinner,  to  the  Gospel  feast,  Huntingdon 228 

Come,  Thou  Almighty  King,  i/a(/a7z 291 

Come  to  the  morning  prayer,  Montgomery 340 

Come  unto  Christ,  ye  'Vfearj,  JPChegne 226 

Come,  ye  saints,  draw  nigh  and  wonder.  Unknown 120 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy,  Hart 222 

Come,  ye  souls,  by  sin  afflicted.  Unknown 223 

Creator  Spirit!  by  whose  aid,  i^r^/c^ew 144 

D. 

Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust,  3Ionigomery 189 

Day  of  wrath  !    That  day  of  mourning,  ^wcj'en^ 408 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul,  Steele 310 

Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall,  Steele 242 

Deathless  spirit,  come,  arise,  Toplady 404 

Depth  of  mercy!  can  there  be,  Wesley 241 

Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord,^a7-f 49 

Does  the  Gospel  word  proclaim,  iV^ew^on 243 

Do  not  I  love  Thee,  0  my  Lord,  Doddridge 277 

E. 

Eternal  beam  of  light  divine,  Wesley 316 

Eternity,  Eternity,  German 417 

F. 

Father,  in  whom  we  live,  Wesley 151 

Father  of  all,  from  whom  we  trace.  Unknown 188 

Far  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I'd  flee,  Cowper 377 

Flow,  my  contrite  tears,  flow  faster,  iawrenii 101 

For  a  season  called  to  part,  Newton 355 

Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be,  Wesley 259 

Forever  with  the  Lord,  Montgomery 402 

For  mercies  countless  as  the  sands,  i\"eii'^on 176 

Forth  flames  the  standard  of  our  king,  Latin  hymn,  tr. 

by  Bishop  Williams , 102 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky,  Heber 29 

Forth  in  Thy  name,  0  Lord,  we  go,  Wesley 347 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows,  Stowell 233 

Full  of  trembling  expectation,  Wesley 314 


368  INDEX. 


G. 


Gently,  gently  lay  Thy  rod,  iy^e Hymn  309 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise,  Waits 410 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears,  Gerhardt 271 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken,  Newton 22 

Glory  to  Thee,  Thou  righteous  God,  Unknown 388 

God  is  in  His  holy  temple,  Montgomery , ,...     38 

God!  my  supporter  and  my  hope,  TFai^s 267 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days,  Doddridge 280 

God  the  Creator  bless'd,  Montgomery 37 

God  the  Lord  a  King  remaineth,  Kehle 214 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane,  Montgomery 103 

Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime,  Montgomery..   395 

Great  God,  I  call  upon  Thy  name,  Unknown 364 

Great  God,  as  seasons  disappear,  Unknoicn 159 

Great  God,  we  own  Thy  sov'reign  hand.  Unknown 390 

Great  Iligh-priest,  we  view  Thee  stooping,  Moravian....     98 

Great  High-priest,  who  deign'dst  to  be,  Angelas 283 

Great  Shepherd  of  Thy  people,  hear,  Newton 184 

Great  Source  of  being  and  of  love,  Doddridge 194 

Great  the  joy  when  Christians  meet,  Unknown 30 

H. 

Hail!  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord,  TFesZey 150 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise,  Madan 128 

Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus,  Bakewell Ill 

Hark!  a  voice  divides  the  sky,  IffsZfy 392 

Hark!  my  soul!  it  is  the  Lord,  Co w^cr.. 275 

Hark!  the  song  of  jubilee,  Montgomery 84 

Hark!  what  mean  those  holy  voices,  C'aw;ooc? 71 

Head  of  the  hosts  in  glory,  Brydges 25 

Healer  Divine,  0  hear  our  prayer,  Moravian 256 

Hearts  of  stone  relent,  relent,  Wesley 109 

He  is  risen,  He  is  risen.  Unknown 114 

Heralds  of  Creation !  cry,  Montgomery 7 

Here,  in  Thy  name,  Eternal  God,  Montgomery 183 

His  trial  o'er,  and  now  beneath,  Ancient 104 

Holy  Ghost!  with  light  divine,  Unknoivn 149 

Holy  Father,  great  Creator,  Bp.  Griswold 153 

Holy  Jesus,  Saviour  blest,  Ancient 86 

Holy,  holy,  holy  l.oxd,Wesley 133 


INDEX.  3C9 

Holy,  ho]y,  holy  Lord,  Montffomenj Hymn  152 

Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  light,  Ancient 146 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  Li.eht,  Watts 125 

Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord,  Ileber 60 

How  blessed,  from  the  bonds  of  sin,  Spitta 329 

How  beautiful  the  feet  that  bring.  Unknown 179 

How  do  Thy  mercies  close  me  round,  Wesley 381 

How  rich  Thy  favours,  God  of  Grace,  Doddridye 297 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds,  Newton 274 

I. 

If  death  my  friend  and  me  divide,  Wesley 393 

If  human  kindness  meets  return,  Noel 178 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus,  Bonar 375 

Interval  of  grateful  shade,  Doddridge 350 

In  tears  and  trials  we  must  sow,  Lyte 304 

In  the  vineyard  of  our  Father,  U?2knou'n 200 

In  Thy  name,  0  Lord,  assembling,  Kelly 47 

In  the  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars,  Ileber 62 

In  Thee  I  live,  and  move,  and  am,  Moravian 12 

In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid,  Haickesworth 346 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away,  Waits 376 

I  sing  the  almighty  power  of  Qod,Watts 10 

I  sojourn  in  a  vale  of  tears,  Unknown 372 

Israel,  in  ancient  days,  Coivper 4 

It  is  the  Lord!  —  Behold  His  hand,  Montgomery 157 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old,  Unknown..  207 

I  was  a  foe  to  God,  Tersteegen 373 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep,  Bonar 374 

I  want  to  be  like  Jesus,  Unknown 368 

J. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home.  Unknown 413 

Jerusalem !    high    tow'r   thy    glorious    walls,    German 

Hymn,  tr.  by  Bishop  Whittingham 414 

Jesus,  at  Thy  command,  Toplady 254 

Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day.  Old  English 115 

Jesus'  hour  is  not  yet  come,  Spitta 323 

Jesus,  in  Thee  our  eyes  behold.  Unknown 136 

Jesus!  I  love  Thy  charming  name,  Doddridge 281 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken,  Lyte 326 

Y 


370  INDEX. 

Jesus,  let  Thy  pitying  eye,  Wesley Hymn  93 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  kneel  before  Thee,  Unknown 95 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  Heaven  is  gone,  Cennick 252 

Jesus,  ray  Saviour,  look  on  me,  3I''Dvff 261 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace,  Doddridge 209 

Jesus,  since  first  I  heard  Thy  voice,  Unknown 331 

Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  us,  Z>wwccfn 366 

Jesus!  the  very  thought  of  Thee,  aS^ -Bcr72are? 272 

Jesus,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness,  Zinzendorf 250 

Jesus,  ■where'er  Thy  people  meet,  Coxvper 40 

Join  all  the  glorious  names,  Watts 16 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come.  Watts 83 

Just  as  I  am  —  without  one  plea,  EUioit 262 

K. 

Kindred  in  Christ!  for  His  dear  sake,  Neicton 28 

I. 

Let  me  not.  Thou  King  Eternal,  u4?2C?'m^ 416 

Let  the  land  mourn  through  all  its  coasts,  Montgomery.  156 

Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind,  J/ZZ^ow 8 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake,  Doddridge 181 

Lift  not  thou  the  wailing  voice,  Bp.  Doane 391 

Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high.  Ware 123 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling,  Wesley 52 

Little  travellers  Zionward,  Edmeston 206 

Lo!  He  comes  with  clouds  descending,  C.  Wesley 61 

Lo !  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms,  Steele 224 

Look,  ye  saints;  the  sight  is  glorious,  Kelly 129 

Lord,  at  Thy  temple  we  appear,  TTa^/s 73 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost,  Montgomery 143 

Lord,  go  with  us,  and  we  go,  Croswell 212 

Lord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine,  Davis 175 

Lord,  in  Thy  name  Thy  servants  plead.  Unknown 158 

Lord,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear,  Watts 45 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care,  ^cx^er 338 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went,  Crosicell 211 

Lord,  may  the  spirit  of  Thy  feast,  Sigourney 177 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear,  Wesley 191 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above,  TFa«s 41 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright,  Montgomery 236 


INDEX.  311 

Lord,    Thou   hast   searched    and    seen    me    through, 

Watts Hymn  378 

Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven,  Ancient 289 

Lord,  Thine  appointed  servants  bless,  Unknown 180 

Lord,  we  listen  to  Thy  call.  Ancient 91 

Lord,  whose  love  in  pow'r  excelling,  Ancient 89 

Lord,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne,  Carlisle 92 

Lord,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray,  Wexford 162 

Love  divine,  all  love  exceUing,  Wesley 278 

M. 

Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb,  Neivton 119 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour,  Neivton 48 

Mercy,  0  Thou  Son  of  David,  Newton 230 

Messiah!  at  thy  glad  approach,  Logan • 58 

Mighty  God  !  while  angels  bless  Thee,  i2o5mso;2 21 

Mine  be  Zion's  habitation,  Ancient 411 

Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join,  Medley 68 

My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day,  Unknown 168 

My  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because,  Xavier 273 

My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love.  Watts 352 

My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love,  IFa/^s 282 

My  God,  my  King,  Thy  various  praise.  Watts 287 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray,  Elliott 380 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys,  TTa^/s 292 

My  God,  the  covenant  of  Thy  love,  Doddridge 167 

My  God,  when  at  Thy  throne  I  bend,  Lyte 245 

My  God,  who  makes  the  sun  to  know.  Watts 361 

My  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all,  Cowper 72 

My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt,  Schmolck 298 

My  Saviour,  on  the  word  of  truth,  TFarm^ 270 

My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life,  Unknown c...  332 

My  spirit  longeth  for  Thee,  Brydges *  234 

N. 

Nay,  I  cannot  let  Thee  go,  Newton 333 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Th.QQ,  Adams 339 

No  blood  of  bird  or  beast,  Watts 17 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more,  Watts..., 251 

Not  for  the  pious  dead  we  weep,  Barbauld 216 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes.  Watts 294 

Now  at  the  Lamb's  high  royal  feast,  Ancient 124 


372  INDEX. 

Now  gird  your  patient  loins  again,  Croswell Htmn     55 

Now  let  our  voices  join,  Doddridge 293 

Now  to  Thine  altar.  Lord,  Beddo me 260 

Now  to  the  haven  of  Thy  breast,  Wesley • 318 


0. 

0  come,  let  VLS  Tsase,  Montgomery ]95 

0  come,  my  partners  in  distress,  Wesley 263 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness,  Williams 190 

0  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing,  Wesley 19 

0  God!  our  help  in  ages  past,  TFai^^ 76 

0  God,  unseen  yet  ever  near.  Unknown 172 

Oh !  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God,  Wesley 305 

Oh,  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love,  Wesley 269 

Oh  God,  creation's  secret  Force,  Unknoivn 357 

Oh!  timely  happy,  timely  wise,  ^e6Ze 343 

0  hallowed  Head !  compelled  to  bow,  Zy^e 106 

0  happy  day,  when  first  was  pour'd.  Ancient 77 

0  help  us,  Lord  —  each  hour  of  need,  Milman 94 

0  Jesus,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace,  Ancient 342 

0  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain,  TfesZey 100 

0  lead  me  to  the  Rock,  TTa^s 321 

0  Lord,  behold  before  Thy  throne,  Unknown 199 

0  Lord,  how  vile  am  I,  Unknoivn 240 

0  Lord  !  my  best  desire  fulfil,  Coz^jjoer 301 

0  Lord,  Thy  counsels  and  Thy  care.  Unknown 336 

0  Love  Divine,  how  sweet  thou  art,  Wesley 279 

0  Love,  thou  fathomless  abyss,  Wesley 257 

0  mighty  is  the  power  of  prayer,  Xy^e 235 

0  mother  dear,  Jerusalem,  Quarles 412 

Once  the  angel  started  back,  Bp.  Williams 112 

Once  more  the  sun  is  beaming  bright,  St.  Ambrose 341 

Once  more,  0  Lord,  Thy  sign  shall  be,  Bp.  Doane 56 

One  Name  above  all  glorious  names,  Keble 9 

One  sole  baptismal  sign,  Robinson 23 

On  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry,  Ancient, 51 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand,  Siennett 400 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing,  Kelly 82 

0   sacred   Head,  now  wounded,  Gerhardt,  tr.   by  Dr. 

Alexander 105 

0  Saviour,  leave  us  not  alone,  Croswell 85 


INDEX.  3YB 

0  sinner,  bring  not  tears  alone,  Ancient Hymn     88 

0  Thou,  by  long  experience  tried,  Guion 299 

0  Thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows,  Hawes 319 

0  Thou  who  didst  prepare,  Torino 213 

0  Thou  who  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith,  Toplady 255 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed,  Lyte 139 

Our  God  is  Love,  and  all  His  saints.  Unknown 284 

O  Wisdom,  who  o'er  earth  hQ\o\^ ^  Ancient 50 

0  Zion   when  we  muse  on  Thee,  ^<?//2/ 265 

P. 

Pain  and  toil  are  over  now,  Ancient 113 

Peace,  doubting  heai-t,  my  God's  I  am,  Wesley 258 

Pleasant  are  Thy  courts  above,  Lyte 34 

Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair,  Watts 15 

People  of  the  living  God,  Montgomery 26 

Pour  out  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high,  Montgomery 182 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus!  oX  Thy  i%Qt,  Stennett 244 

Q. 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart,  Newton 302 

R. 

Redeemer,  now  Thy  work  is  done,  Unknown 135 

Rejoice!  rejoice!  believers,  Z-awreni? 64 

Return,  my  roving  heart !  xQinxn,  Doddridge 87 

Ride  on!  ride  on  in  majesty,  i/V^wan 96 

S. 

Safely  through  another  week,  Newton 358 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing,  Edmeston 351 

Saviour!  in  mercy  hear  the  sighs,  £//2A:noz^n 356 

Saviour!  once  to  Thee  presented,  tTnArTiozt^n 325 

See  the  ransomed  millions  stand,  Conder 63 

Send  out  Thy  light  and  Truth,  0  God,  Montgomery 185 

Send,  Lord,  Thy  light  amid  th'  encircling  gloom,  Lyra. 

Apost 379 

Servant  of  God,  well  done,  Wesley 217 

Shall  Simon  bear  the  cross  alone,  Allen 328 

Shepherd  of  souls,  refresh  and  bless,  Moravian..  Hymn  171 

32 


314  INDEX. 

Show  pity,  Lord  ;  0  Lord,  forgive,  Tr«^/5 239 

Sing  Hallelujah ;  sing,  31  ontg ornery 165 

Soon  and  forever,  3Io7iseU 268 

Source  of  light  and  life  divine,  St.  Gregory 345 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed,  3Ionigomery 208 

Spii'it,  leave  thy  house  of  clay,  Montgomery 220 

Spirit  of  Truth!  on  this  Thy  day,  Heber 140 

Spirit,  pour'd  on  Pentecost,  Unknow7i 145 

Stand  th'  omnipotent  decree,  Wesley 409 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord,  Montgomery 39 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  thy  fears  dismiss.  Watts 137 

Strive,  for  the  way  is  strait.  Unknown 227 

Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows,  Cowper 69 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King,  WoMs 46 

Sweet  the  moments  rich  in  blessing,  Beatty 108 

Sun  of  my  soul!  Thou  Saviour  dear,  jffeWe 354 


T. 

Tarry  with  me,  0  my  Saviour,  Unknown 886 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King,  Herbert 335 

That  great  day  of  wrath  and  terror,  Ancient 407 

Th' atoning  work  is  done,  Unknoion. 130 

The  angel  comes,  he  comes  to  reap,  Heber 406 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high,  Cowper 315 

The  Church  has  waited  long,  Bonar 59 

The  darkened  sky,  how  thick  it  lowers,  Doddridge 312 

The  dawn  was  purpling  o'er  the  sky.  Ancient 116 

The  God  of  harvest  praise,  3Iontgomery 161 

The  heavens  declare  Thy  glory.  Lord,  Watts 1 

The  hour  of  my  departure's  come,  Logan 403 

The  Lord  ascendeth  up  on  high.  Ancient 127 

The  Lord  descended  from  above,  Sternhold 154 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed,  Kelly 122 

The  Lord  is  King!  lift  up  thy  voice,  Conder 296 

The  Lord  will  come,  the  earth  shall  quake,  Heber 57 

The  moment  comes,  the  only  one,  Montgomery 399 

The  morning  bright,  Unknown 362 

The  night   is   dark  —  behold  the  shade  was  deeper, 

Unknoion 371 

The  Saviour  stood  on  Olivet,  Unknown 126 

The  sepulchres,  how  thick  they  stand,  Doddridge 389 


INDEX.  315 

The  Son  of  God  is  gone  to  war,  iZeier Hymn  35 

The  starry  firmament  on  high,  Grant 2 

The  voice  of  free  grace,  Thorsby 20 

The  voice  at  midnight  came,  Montgomery 221 

The  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep,  Heber. 247 

There  in  peace  his  dust  is  laid,  Unktiown 218 

There  is  a  good  and  pleasant  land,  Old  Hymn 401 

There  is  a  happy  land,  far,  far  away,  Unknown 205 

There  is  a  fountain  fiU'd  with  blood,  Cowper 18 

There  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray.  East 306 

This  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose,  Watts 360 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  gi-ave,  but  we  will  not  deplore 

thee, //eJer 219 

Thou  art  my  hiding  place,  0  Lord,  Raffl.es 317 

Though  I  walk  the  downward  shade,  Unknown 398 

Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose,  Wesley 253 

Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height,  Tersteegen 276 

Thousands,  0  Lord  of  hosts,  to-day,  Montgomery 387 

Thou  very  present  aid,  Wesley 324 

Thou,  whom  my  soul  admires  above,  TTa/^s 330 

Thou,  whose  Almighty  word,  i/amo^i 187 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on.  Watts 349 

Thy  mercy  heard  my  infant  prayer,  Grant 322 

Thy  way  is  in  the  sea,  Fawcett 264 

'Tis  by  Thy  strength  the  mountains  stand,  Watts 160 

To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope,  Cowper 405 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine,  Doddridge 353 

To  thee,  0  dear,  dear  country,  Ancient 415 

'Twas  the  good  physician  now.  Unknown 385 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night,  Watts 170 

IT. 
Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes,  Wait& 344 

W. 

AValking  on  the  winged  wind,  Montgomery 164 

Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night,  Bowring 54 

Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God,  Wesley 246 

We  come  not  with  a  costly  store,  Croswell 81 

We're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above,  Unknown 229 

What  a  strange  and  wondrous  story,  Unknown 197 


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376  INDEX. 

"What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page,  Cou'per Hymn       3 

What  is  there,  Lord,  a  child  can  do,  Unknown 203 

What  sinners  value  I  resign.  Waits 266 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet,  Coioper 237 

When  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray,  Taylor 367 

When  first  the  Spirit  of  our  God,  Keble 141 

When  God  of  old  came  down  from  heaven,  Keble 142 

When  His  salvation  bringing.  Unknown 196 

When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God,  Conder 307 

When  I  the  holy  grave  survey,  Wallin 121 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay,  Gibbons 210 

When,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  he,  Wesley 303 

When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past,  JVoel 320 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose,  Edmeston 348 

When  thou  art  kneeling  down  at  night,  Unknown 369 

Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands,  Logan 134 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn,  Watts 249 

Why  doth  my  Saviour  weep,  Kehle 97 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die,  Waits 396 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  "king^Watts 148 

While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun,  Newton 78 

Within  Thy  courts  have  millions  met,  Montgomery 43 

With  joy  we  hasten  to  the  place,  3foravian 44 

Words  are  things  of  little  cost,  tfnknown 201 

Workman  of  God !  0  lose  not  heart,  i^aier 192 

Y. 

Ye  Christian  heroes,  go  proclaim.  Unknown 193 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigour  warm,  Doddridge 169 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord,  Doddridge 53 

Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak.  Part  II.,  Wesley 238 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints,  Toplady 313 

Z. 

Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded,  Kelly 27 


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